I’ve seen my fair share of sadness
And of happiness on the way
I’ve heard the call of the silent
Growing louder every day
It hits the walls and echoes
Reverberating in my mind
Mingling the tears and the laughter
Of a soul confined
And when I look out of my window
To find the walls are raised
I draw the blinds and find myself afraid
But the birds I’ll find them chirping
When the night rolls away
And I look out to see the dawn approaching
The streets are full of people
I know each and every face
From the old to the young
And those not yet living
They walk with quiet dignity
With every footstep a bit of grace
But in each of their hearts
They cry for an embrace
I find myself no different
And I find I am afraid
To break down the walls and admit my soul is yearning
But the birds I’ll find them chirping
When the night rolls away
And I look out to see the walls weak and breaking
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