The Mark on The Wall

There's a mark on the wall
On where to go
Life holds out a rope
For you to step out of your hole

You tug away
You try
It seems to be oily
You call out but no one seems to reply

You look up to a black midnight sky
You feel the cold shiver down your spine
Your mind is at unrest
Your feelings at bay
What life had once commenced into pumping into your soul, you had thrown away

But there's a whimper, you hear
You look around - nothing to see
Another hint of that young voice in whimper
Taking another peek,
You see this child with his knees up to his face

'What's wrong?'
The child whimpers on
The child is bruised all over
Blood overflows
The child still whimpers
Knowing no one can help him with this problem

You try to reach out
You try to comfort him
But your hand flows through him
Like he wasn't there

The child vanishes away
The pain you feel starts to crawl away
You turn around to see a door and a window
The door is locked but the window you can go through

Outside it's a blue spring sky
With green fields oh so wide
A river flows beside the window

There's a melody that lullabies you comfortably away

You start to ask yourself; 'is there really another day?'