Words never spoken,
the festering rot within.
Nothing more than ropes that bind,
Burns left behind.
And yet with hope we can begin..
Again even when the mask once worn now lay broken.

Moonlight frosted over a dream,
Even as we scream.

Breaking the mould,
releasing the past, a captor so cold.
Lost love and laughter finally ours to regain.

Sunlight melting it's frost,
I will pay for freedom at any cost.


© Joleen