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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