The Minutes Tick Past...

The minutes tick past
The hours don't last

I'm here all alone
With creatures unknown

I long for my pride
Cooped up inside

I want you to fly
High up in the sky

My thoughts are a mess
My feelings regress

To a zombie-like state
Protected from Fate

Where words cannot harm
Your looks do not charm

A place that is safe
Though my love is a waste

When my soul can be free
She said she loved me...