I have to findÂ a place where I am safe.
It is not safe for me here, the walls close in, the air does not move,
and there is pain all around.
I have to find a place to heal and to breath.
To watchÂ the fruit ripen, then burst out,
splitting their skins to give me life and hope.
I have to stand alone outside your words,
where my thoughts are simply my own
and your dark seducing voiceÂ can no longer be heard.