Wished I could break the wall
The cold silent mocking wall
blocking the road, blocking the way
I cry out in vain
A voiceless cry but nobody hears
am getting insane
the wind might hear me
or the sun & the moon and maybe the rain
they may hear and witness the pain.
2 comments:
the wall...the wall again
the wall in the yard,
made up by stone,
would it be strong,
to suvive a bang ?
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