The world is brighter outside
Glittering with a sense of freedom
An overwhelming stench of pride
but the sun does no travel through the doors
and will not greet these ancient floors

I can't tell them how it feels
The overwhelming relief when they aren't here
I don't know what I'm to do when I'm stuck
Every moment with them near
Ushering along some design of stress and sadness

Pain upon ache I slowly begin to realize
That I was never designed to do this afterall
The high and mighty, boy how they fall
When the trees begin to break from their bend
And I have run out of hands to lend