In this small house I live,
With my cozy bed and chair,
Books to read and food to eat,
No mind of worries only a soul of pure lady
Every day is the same for me,
Laying on my cozy bed with a book in my hand,
Fascinating scenes and ideas I could see,
By the stories written by the people I read
Bored with my routine I sing or dance,
Sometimes dozing in the bed for the whole day I be,
I wonder where I could feel the real stories I had read,
I wonder can I open the door to be free?
By the window I stare the open field,
Only green and brown of nature I see,
With few houses that I’ve never greet,
I wonder will there be other people like me?
Eagerly I ran to the door,
Hopefully it isn’t lock - it is not,
Suddenly my hand trembling and numb,
Due to my fear of break free and dangers might ahead
What stop me from open the door - I do wonder,
Why the fear of nothing haunting me,
Why the scary thoughts crawling in my mind,
Will there be someone to hurt me – again?
Been in this safe zone is a long time – too much of lease,
Lease of curiosity, dreams, happiness and freedom,
Why I’ve been here – old memories told me to do,
Hurt old memories told me to do.
By believe in myself and faith,
With a strong will and hand the door I open,
Abruptly and widely I let it be,
Myself with new hopes and dreams my foot are tread
Leaving behind the pain and sadden,
I know it’s been past ages with times had flee,
Let I be find my new adventures and merrily live.
With the happy scenes and stories that I had read.