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These Four Walls
When you’re stuck between these four walls Time no longer matters One day it runs another it crawls To you it’s all the same since you’re stuck between these four walls When you only see these four walls Shade of grayish white turned black in the dark Your mind turns just as bleak and your will no longer stands tall You end up talking to these four walls Hoping that indeed they have ears So that one may listen to your pleas And let you wail when from your eyes water falls You’ve grown to know these four walls So much so that you can tell where are their flaws If today their cracks are deeper Whether their bumps are now rougher Your self your memory scarcely recalls You despise these four walls Bars upholding the bird’s golden cage In it its song is faint and gradually fades away You wish to escape these four walls “But freedom where ?” you say “Surely not in the land where blood flows in rivers, Where dust is made of the dead’s bones Neither the soil where the obscure onyx Is discarded for the pale pearl, no” So you stay within these four walls Hoping that life no longer stalls Counting the days until your misery ends By heaven’s will or by your own hands For now you live with these four walls
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