Grass is always green here, yet lacks security
Lacks the needed care and love
And the needed home to stand in
Yet, I lie here with much sense of purity
I am me and here spirit flies
My colors are shown and none hidden
Feeling free and running fast
Yet, blood is evaporated and the human dies
Sitting on the minefield of my own
I wonder how I find peace here
Pests of loneliness and illness
All scattered across the field, homegrown
I can let myself free, but here I sat
The grass gives me comfort
Death of Silence whispering along the wind
As I sound fast asleep with the lost cat
Here, I can feel the glass wall barrier
Fragile little thing, keeping me caged
I sang instead the song of Nature
Yet, my eyes spill more water than one can drink
