London Asylum

Her accusing face bores into mine
I cannot look into her radiant eyes
It hurts me so, not to know
if I can make it out of here alive

Passages of blinding lights are unknown
so much my body falls weightless
I want to stand out in the rain
and feel the cold crashing onto my face

I was every wish that ever came true
I was the leader who everyone looked up to
I was the flame who lifted the blues
Now it’s all reduced to ashes
I’m less than the dying embers you knew

She asks questions I cannot answer
I pass the time staring at the ground
Let me know, when she has to go
she can make it out of here alive

I was every wish that ever came true
I was the leader who everyone looked up to
I was the flame who lifted the blues
Now it’s all reduced to ashes
I’m less than the dying embers you knew

If I could have a reprieve
If I could have a reprieve
If I could have a reprieve
let me out of here alive

The End

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