• Sunlight, blessed sunlight.
    It has become but a fond memory
    While I've been stuck behind walls of soaring height.

    Am I to breathe it in,
    To see its light again,
    To feel its rays caress my sun-deprived skin?

    Or am I doomed to a fate,
    Of terror and pain,
    All justified by an unjust hate?

    Ah, sunlight, blessed sunlight.
    It is now only fantasy,
    For I am stuck in eternal night.