December 14, 2011
By , Albuquerque, NM
It’s a dark cell
It’s a dry well
A dusty window pane
It’s a cold night
Far out of sight
You’ll never be cheerful again
The bulb blink on
You hear the song
Your heart begins to rise
You’re safe and warm
Away from harm
And all hopelessness dies

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