I am trapped in the middle of nowhere,
I don’t know whether I’m going or coming.
Each day is like a nightmare to me,
It’s like I am trapped in the little container
With no light or air getting in.
I can’t live like this,
I’m always on my knees asking God to set me free,
But it’s like I’m talking to myself
I tend to ask questions like does my prayer reach heaven.
My tomorrow it uncertain
Maybe it’s better for me to die in this little container.
Maybe it’s better for me to stay trapped.
If this is the life I was born for, let it be.