Footsteps in the Dark

This is my cry for help,
This is my silent scream,
This is my plead for mercy,
I can’t relive this dream.

Hiding in a dark room, afraid of myself.
The prison bars on my windows are invisible to the world.
Crying under the light of a full moon, trying to escape my selves.
The locks on my doors start shouting, “you can’t escape from hell”.

And The televisions bleeding violence
But the people just carry on
I guess nothing ever really matters, to those who feel they did no wrong.

We’ve been privileged by our ignorance
Distracted by our rights
Taken for granted what should shame us
Too scared of change, too scared to fight.

I want to shout my truth out to the people,
As the blame is getting cast.
Patriarchal archaic society, still buries greed of generations past.
Those who pretend that there’s nothing wrong,
Those who’s silence harms us all.
Still they band together,
and let society take the fall.

Yet still my lips stay sewed together,
Because I don’t know how the hell to start.
Inside I’m still a child in a bedroom,
Afraid of the footsteps in the dark.

This is my cry for help,
This is my silent scream,
This is my plead for mercy,
We can’t relive this dream

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