Time is moving slow upon the hour now.

Clock hands moving seconds for a minute.

Bell hung round the in view of a cow.

Trapped in with no way to leave the net.

Rooms confined, windows barred, left to die here.

Minutes feel as though hours with but no light.

Crying, hoping that help is yet still near.

Salvation coming within line of sight.

Hope rekindled by the glow of that face.

Unbound by the hands that come now to free.

Light shining through the cracks of this space.

Blind to truth until touched in order to see.

Opened eyes to go beyond what was dared.

To know that when dark, there are those who cared.