The Neverending Prisoner

I drag myself through the streets

Walking by myself,

Talking to myself,

Have pity.

I waltz through a cage of my creation

Lost to the events of the nation

My world's gone grey

Dragging through everyday

Barely stumbling through the city

I didn't think that my suffering would happen

Although it's a grace too terrible to name,

We can imagine

The grace is above what we will know

Which I am aware of as I drag myself through rain, sun, or snow.

I am a neverending prisoner to a grace too powerful to name

Today that I never thought would occur

That I can't replace what I've lost

Life as temporary as warmth to the first frost

Something that we can never understand

But forgiveness is something we can

I've learned that much

As a neverending prisoner

Going through the unimaginable.

{Inspiration- 'It's Quiet Uptown' from 'Hamilton'}