Walls.
There used to be walls to hold me up
there used to be a god to make everything right
but when those walls fell
my faith fell with them
the walls used to speak to me
they would tell me i was beautiful
the day they stopped speaking, i grew ugly
i used to sense god within me everyday
he would whisper in my ear
"take this path on your journey through life"
but he's also stopped speaking
and i've stopped listening
don't tell me everything will be all right
because i know it won't
i am not blinded by my tears of grief
you think you've seen pain in your life
but i know i have
i've lost everything that once meant something.
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