The walls you have built around me are so tall they block out the light.
They are so thick I cannot feel the wind anymore.
They are built of a material that I cannot hear the sound.
They are built of a material that I cannot hear the sound.
They are so tall I cannot climb to the top to look out.
I am so lonely in these walls.
Please let me out I want to come back!
Please to not cover my bed in such thorns it hurts to laydown.
They hurt so much but the walls are killing my soul.
If you cannot tear downs these walls then bury me in them,
For my soul will soon die.
I will be nothing but a blank soul.
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