Trapped in a cell,
All I see is darkness,
The same hollow hole one calls a heart.

Black as stone, hot as cold,
I feel no mercy for the things I have done.
My soul is broken, burdened by emotional pains of the past.
Like a ghost, it haunts my mind, an unrested soul.
I am a living lonely house in the dark woods.
My direction was chosen for one man alone.

Why did I build so much hate?
The weight of a hollow heart is a burden.
But one cannot forget the strain it took to grow as I am.

But somehow, this lonely life has fur and a warm blanket,
Accompanying him is one as lonely as myself.
Who softened my heart and took me out of the cellar.
Reminded me of what life is about,
Freeing and not a burden.
Where things should not be taken for granted,
What life can give if you look past the hardships and challenges that are most questioned.

Sweet lessons four legs and a bark can share.
Sometimes calm and change can come
In a friend who touches your heart deeply.


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