around me i see ,
these rising walls.
for mercy,by spirit begs.
for help,it calls.

i have realized,
my life as a lie.
with my spirit in shackles,
it denies to fly.

standing outside,
you can't hear my cries.
but on coming inside,
you will wish away your eyes.

no matter what,
the fire in me burns bright.
burning away the darkness
of the phantom palace,the night.

away i am leaving,
to a far off land.
where i can breath freely again,
and where these walls don't stand.

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