FROM WITHIN THESE WALLS

I gaze upon the world around me,
In seclusion walk these darkened halls;
Without desire to join the living,
Remain here buried within stone walls.

I hear the cries of those around me,
I can feel inside, the piercing wails,
But helpless to reach from here inside,
I stare and listen to mournful squalls.

A speck of dust amidst the many,
What difference could one lone soul mean?
If I… should I …venture out from here,
What in my power could change this scene?

I feel my thumb reach for my mouth,
My body curls in fetal stance,
Place heavy stones here where I lay,
And block the world from gaining entrance.

Penetrating walls of laden stone,
I feel a presence inside of me,
Quietly hear a voice within
Say come on out for the world to see.

So I awake and shake from me
This apathy that grows within,
And slowly crawl from deep inside,
Into a world that’s steeped in sin.

I hold on fast to the Holy Presence,
And see He’s lightened darkened halls,
And wishing now to be a candle,
I slowly break from within these walls.