Barbed Wire Box
My soul wishes to fly,
To leave with the moonlight.
My song is the truth of the night.
Why no one understands my songs of the land,
I don't know.
For why do I feel as though I am alone?
For no one will listen to my songs.
Song I keep hidden with secrets inside me.
I bleed them out in poetry.
Cut me deeper, my pen will keep writing,
My soul will keep singing.
Feeding with fuel.
And, yes, you're correct,
Even this piece,
Of my mindless ramblings
Is a song.