The Internal Torture

As I rest beneath the chestnut tree,
my mind and soul were totally free,
to imagine a child of sorrow and grief,
of pain and suffering, like the ocean's reef.

A child who was tortured, and tortured with ease,
whose true emotions, they did not see,
though he wore no scars, but his heart did bleed,
he was just another creature, on the society's leash.

He saw no laughter, he felt no glee,
as he lived in the shadow, of the human greed.
The child would struggle for he longed to be free,
but In this lost souls world, that could not be.

As I rest beneath the chestnut tree,
I dreamt of a bird, who could not flee.
As I rest beneath the chestnut tree
As I rest beneath the chestnut tree.....