Walls Built.
Walls built 100 feet high
Where no one can even question why
Why I struggle
Why I hurt
Why I feel alone
Walls built 200 feet high
Where my heart is secured inside
No one can see in
No one can see out
No one can look through
Walls built 300 feet high
Where I learned to testify
With a pen
With a paper
With a wounded heart
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