Hustle-bustle

In the hustle-bustle of the world
There's a silent cry.
It is I.
In the hectic mumble-jumble of the world
There's a desperate plea
It is me.

When I am down I am so far down
It is always night,
Yet I long for the light
But I can't find it here.

I can oly hear a voice
Crying in the darkness.
It is mine.
Swallowed in the night black
Of depression and self-pity
Am I.

When I am so far down
I never look up.
I only look in,
But in is only further down.

There are walls around me
And I'm inside there alone
And I moan.
I long for someone to come by
And hear my silent plea
And set me free.