MITT RIKE

The day is shadowed with memories;

The night is haunted by dreams.

If only to escape your face,

To be rid of these silent screams.

When was I last truly happy?

When did I last give my heart?

It was you my darling angel,

Until you broke us apart.

Now you believe it is right,

To set me out 'to be free'.

But was this really for you?

Or truly meant to help me?

Whatever the case, hear me now-

For freedom is not the right word.

'Tis a prison you have created,