Along A Tall Wall
Along the wall I creep, I stumble and I fall, Above the trees so steep, As shadows start to crawl. In time, the truth I face, No wonder do I see, The last sound in this place, A distant cry to me. A voice begins to ring, A whisper soft and low, A permanent ending, My heart begins to know. Upon my final breath, A darkened hall appears, As I descend to death, From walls of all myTears.
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