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Where is the night?
Where is the day?
My soul longs for flight
Instead it must stay
An eternity I have lingered here
In this prison of rock and mortar
No palm of comfort to me comes near
No sweet face to bring cool water
Have the moon and sun
The stars, winds and sky
Come, been and gone
While in dark I am forced to lay
I am broken
A broken soul
Lost and forgotten
Trapped in this hole
I am broken
Alive yet entombed
Broken, broken
I am doomed
Lost
Forgotten
Dead
Broken
Less than what I once was