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Chris C. Stevens

Here I Sit

Here I sit in this lonely room
no light, no laughter to lift the gloom
outside the window life passes me by
where is mine? why can't I try?

The sun shines down, but not on me
my dreams, my hopes will never be
there's an empty pit within my soul
its grip is tight, it seems to grow

Surrounded by silence within my tomb
I reach for love but reach to whom?
is there life for me beyond this place
the crowds outside is there but one face

If I reach my hand, will it be spurned?
if I speak a word, will one be returned?
can I show a smile while in deep despair?
can I free my heart when no ones there?

A bit of love for my heart to caress
too much to ask, am I too selfish?
I offer myself, there is nothing more
but what am I, who could adore?

So here I sit in this empty room
no light, no laughter to lift the gloom
outside the window life passes me by
where is mine? why can't I try?