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Walls
Bumping around this busy old town
Simply doesn't suit me.
Behind the windows curtains are down,
The atmosphere's gloomy.
Kind faces are seldom beheld,
Sincerity even less so.
A cry for help could be yelled
Yet those who see green would still go.
The darkness deepens and sinks into my heart
Distancing me from any and all,
So on those occasions I long to take part
I turn 'round bends to walk into walls.
They're built up around me like an endless sea.
I cannot see a new day dawning.
I commend their effort to protect, you see,
But these walls have kept a leash on me.
I'm sequestered from evil and good alike,
At a loss for words stepping up to the mic.
