Where am I?
Roaming around with no place to go.
The very hands that I have, cannot be seen.
I hold them in front of me and scream, I scream at the top of my lungs for these precious hands cannot be seen, or touched, or to be used for the building of the cities.
This room has no boundaries, no walls, and no sense of light and dark.
This room has no color.
No shining star and beautiful rainbow.
This place has no emotion.
There is no sense of joy when a baby is born, and no mourning when a loved one is lost.
This place has no authority.
No sense of right and wrong.
I stand here with nowhere to go. No one is here to hold my hand through this valley of darkness. No one is here to shine the light on the path. For this place has no sense of direction.
This place has no one to lead the people.
This place has no king.
Roaming around with no place to go.
The very hands that I have, cannot be seen.
I hold them in front of me and scream, I scream at the top of my lungs for these precious hands cannot be seen, or touched, or to be used for the building of the cities.
This room has no boundaries, no walls, and no sense of light and dark.
This room has no color.
No shining star and beautiful rainbow.
This place has no emotion.
There is no sense of joy when a baby is born, and no mourning when a loved one is lost.
This place has no authority.
No sense of right and wrong.
I stand here with nowhere to go. No one is here to hold my hand through this valley of darkness. No one is here to shine the light on the path. For this place has no sense of direction.
This place has no one to lead the people.
This place has no king.
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