• This little room is home to me,
    And all my special thoughts.

    In here the shadows are kind to me,
    In here they are so soft.

    I am tied and chained to my thoughts,
    In here no one speaks.

    Except the special men who come,
    And ask me so many things.

    They ask and ask but I dare not speak,
    I never say a word.

    So the men all leave my special home,
    They leave me through that iron door.

    ....................................

    This little room is hell to me,
    And all my bleeding wounds.

    In here the shadows all torture me,
    In here all is lost.