The Walls of Misery
The walls of misery
I was none, according to all
They always thought I was there to fall
I was crushed between walls of misery
My hopes and dreams were never set free
My eyes swollen, I ended up with bruised lips and salted cheeks
My heart cried out for an unsung freedom in peaks
Up the mountain, soars an eagle
If I demand that, it’s illegal
More than me, my soul was hurt
They filled my head with fuller and dirt
Now I am actually no one
Not according to all but only to myself, - the one.
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