Wednesday, October 11, 2006

My Wall

I am the bricks which stand to loom
till cracks will spur to someday fall
while old men die and young grow tall
I am this tomb
I am the wall

I am the fear which holds this stance
till blinding ignorance consumes us all
while brave men strong become too small
I am this place
I am the wall

I am the key
I am me

I am my only wall

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