No light from the sun shines through my window,
When the morning comes anymore.
It's always dark and terribly cold,
As if the winter stays at my door.
No flowers bloom in my garden,
And the grass truly never grows.
It's always like the Grand Canyon around here,
Or a burial plot left unattended; alone.
It's always quiet around here,
There's no one here to laugh and play.
Even though my house is full of people,
It always feels that way.
I've never seen a rainbow,
Or glanced at a shooting star,
I feel that I'm the only person left in the world,
That truly has a real heart.
Even in the night, I see no moon light,
I guess it's my destiny to be left in the dark.
No wonderful feelings of happiness,
Or no spur of the moment journeys to the park.
I'm the only one here; and I don't have a key,
So I can't get out of the door.
I just wish someone would rescue me,
Because I don't want to live here anymore!
