The Corner Of My Place

When I was just a young child
I wanted to fly
Touch the sun and kiss the sky
Everyday at noon
I would run through the fields and play
That was before it was all grey
When my story didn't fade
I could close my eyes and escape
When the birds would whisper and play
Before things were gray
Before I lost my place
I use to dream of a place where peace lived
Now there is a storm in every corner of my place
Loneliness is so vivid and real
Just wish the clouds of darkness would pass me by
I have to believe that the breeze will talk to me
Give me answers and give me faith