What is this place?,
Food,not a trace.
Sorrowful and determined to get out,
All i do is loudly shout.
I hear my fellow friends,
Cold and dirty,stuck in pens.
Who are these laughing faces around me?,
The pain of the whip crashing down ontop of me,done by he.
He they call the "Ring Master",
I want to run away,faster and faster.
Far away to my destined home,
It's hard to right now....seen as so i'm all alone.
