I see the stars sparkling so bright,
Within the moon kissed sky.
I hear the lark so sweetly sing,
Amidst the morning dawn.
I smell the flower full in bloom,
And see their royal pomp.
And yet some place so deep within,
Im shrouded and Im closed.
The brilliance there I cant see,
In mists of misery.
Enshrined inside, unable thus,
To touch the warmth without.
