Glass Wall
I've got bumps on my skin
Where do I begin?
I've grown to gain many sins
Will I ever learn?
Miracles are happening
I always listen,
But in a way
I never say anything
After all, it's not a brawl
After all, I'm watching through a glass wall
When I was younger, I loved to dance
I'm older now. I don't take a chance
I believe in You, I don't believe in me that I will succeed
What a necessity
After all, it's not fall
After all, I'm watching through a glass wall
I need to get out someday
I am beautiful
I will breakthrough this one day
Then I'll happily say, "I am grateful"
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