they say just walk right through when it’s open
but sometimes the noise is too loud to find your footing
I still dream of that perfect place where the windows are always open
and the outside and inside are one so there are no dark corners
walls are safe and secure and they keep us yearning
even when we want to tear them down
we just keep building them
It’s not a matter of good or evil, it’s what you do within them
they say that the each of us in a house
and what the rooms look like inside represent a soul
but some of us are tents
wandering from country to country
refugees of our own making
never finding home
they say just keep waiting for a door to open
but some of us are builders, bolting locks
others are fighters, kicking them down
in order to let the sunlight in
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