Dungeon

Locked myself in the dungeon and I threw away the key

Ceiling so short, no room to stand, too dark to see

I love these walls, I love these chains, for their security

Spending my days wringing my hands, grinding my teeth

Watching the scenes of the past down here, living in a dream

Paralyzed by fantasies of fear, playing on repeat

I admit it, I've done wrong, so wash me clean

I beseech you with a downturned gaze on my hands and knees

That's what it's like when you're a child

I know you'll find your stride, I know you'll find your smile