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All You Must Do Is Open Your Eyes, Because Sometimes Halcyonian Is Just Behind the Wall

The old man looks on He stares at the walls The lights are bright With no one in the halls He touches the wall He hears the vibration He closes his eyes To feel the sensation He thinks to himself Could I ask for more? Or should I give up? And fall to the floor The man is torn Two worlds to choose from The man is weak But still there, and then some I see the old man He's sweating and shaking He pleads to the wall My life's not worth taking I go to the man He's sobbing in fear I lift him up And tell him I'm here He looks up at me His eyes are a haze He looks back to the wall With his unmatchable gaze I ask him why Why he just stares He tells me He's the only one that cares I tell the man I want to see it He says to me I just have to believe it I'm staring at the wall The old man at my side He tells me he'll be waiting And our worlds will collide So I close my eyes To set myself free He opens the door And I finally begin to see Who was this man? What was his story? Follow the path Towards triumph and Glory

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