Lletres: The Moffatts. Chapter I: A New Beginning. Frustration.

There's no windows in this place
For me to show my weary face
Rage I hold within my soul
At times, I cannot control

What's the point of me being here?
When being here is what I fear
Every day it's all the same
Trapped again in my own pain

I cry myself to sleep
So many secrets I must keep
No one to reach me, nobody cares
Trapped in the middle of a distant stare

I've prayed that I was free
Of this grief that's filling me
Everywhere I turn
Every bridge must burn

There's no windows in this place
For me to show my weary face