Today I went to my special room
where all my secrets are hidden away;
safe from the prying eyes of those
who walk safely in the day.

I felt around with my hands and feet
in the dark and sandy soil
only to find there were prison walls;
the rewards of all my toils.

I built the room in secret
and I locked my fears inside,
then I crawled in blindly with them
thinking I could finally hide.

But hide from what, I wonder now,
for I've taken all my guilt
and stored them in where I tried to hide
in this little room I've built.

My fears were all there with me,
my sins, they crowded 'round,
and everywhere I turned for peace,
myself is what I found.

I went into my special room
to find the things I crave,
and found instead my special room
is really just my grave.