PRE-LIBERATION
Must be all alone to really be me-
Don’t want anyone to know or see me
Sitting alone in a corner of the room-
Man in the corner feels so low, he
Watches the shadows flit by slowly,
Wishing he was alone and safely home;
Asking himself for the hundredth time
Why he ever agreed to come,
Was it just his hope for something more?
He never really understood
What it was made others feel so good…
