There I stand,
Starring into the wind,
Surrounded by stone,
Behind my back lies my past,
Embedded in my bones.

Around my home,
Hills block out,
What I will to see,
The hopes and dreams of my world,
Shall never come to be.

So I stand here,
Still as stone,
And hope my past to end,
For if I am to live my life,
I have my past to mend.

So I a wait for the day.
I may leave this world,
All I have ever known,
But the walls of this great castle,
The power and the stone.

By Siobhan
Date: 2/3/2004