The 5 Mile Wall

[latramatae]

When defeat is all you know
and loss is all you've gained
Your world becomes explosive
and nothing is the same

You start to paint a picture
of what you wish to be
You paint yourself into a corner
for only you to see

No thoughts would go in
none dare treat out
and if perchance one doth escape
It slowly forms a shout

Confortable in my corner
I start to build a wall
To protect me from the outside world
3,4,5 miles tall

Years and years go by
and I now want to come out
But I build this wall around me
So I sit and I shout

None to hear my stifled cries
No one to set me free
For the wall I built to protect
is slowly killing me

Its gotten lonley the past 2 years
behind this wall of mine
there is no door to open
So all I can do is climb