In need of friends

I am a stranger, I am a hermit.
I wish I could come out of this dark room,
learn a language that people can understand.
Maybe someone might care for this garden:
Withered flowers will be watered back to life.
Maybe someone might help me get out of here.
Here I am, sitting thirsty, not being helped,
in this terrible night, in this lifeless desert.

⟵ Lura