Low

How can I face tomorrow?
When my life is so narrow.
Only thing I know is sorrow.
Is there a life I can borrow?

Im standing in a meadow.
Imagining taking a vow.
For my countless fellow.
Yet I sfill felt hallow.

How can I stop my wallow?
When everything bellow
Of whats in below.
Wind billow, and blow.
The fire inside my willow.