Shallow Inside

Not happy. Not sad. Just empty.

With no feelings left inside me
I've become a caged bird struggling to be free.

Shallow has become my heart
My life waiting for a fresh start.

I know waiting for the right moment is stupidity
But for now, my situation is a pity.

What to do with a heart that doesn't love anyone
What to do with a soul that has become lonesome.

There will be the sunshine soon after the storm
When life would again be in its full form.

Waiting for the day my soul would be happy again
Waiting for the day my heart would sing again.