It is cold where i am,
sheltered but i cannot feel calm.
Outside looks warm and free,
but to go there i cannot myself be.
I shroud the rays of sun and sit here,
while others are happy to be there.
Take me out, let me feel the sun,
let me see joy and be part of the fun.
But burns and aches wait for me,
and things my eyes don't want to see.
So i brave the cold and be caged,
and here i shall forever age.
take me out, let me feel the sun,
let me feel the joy but i am not part of the fun.
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