Books hold power they truth They are the only escape I get Since have no money to travel In books can run through open fields And swing a long silver sword grow close friends will never meet make imaginary memories scream bloody battle cries into air retreat warm and safe home know be loved As long as spine when shut them feel closed out pulled down my world Of doom misery chaos So book in bitter winter cold smile rays of light wash over me Drowning sound yells accusations Blocking looming figure man who approaches me