Out Of Reach

Out of reach, his eyes dream,

Expect no change he can only dream

Dusty lanes, cramped holes and catacombs,

Are the places to which he belongs,

Hopes of breathing fresh air,

Gives his life something to cheer

Atrocious conditions are his companion,

In the world of power, he is only a minion

Life is nothing more than survival,

There is no hope of any revival

Tragedy, Melancholy is all part of his life,

Somehow try to keep the soul alive

Tiny hopes these sun rays provide,

Of escaping from this worst life

But no need to fear he can only dream,

Out of reach, his eyes dream...