Look at these walls
Look how they fall
Fall on my head
Crush me dead
Break my spirit
Cant you hear it
Can you hear me cry
Will you hear me die
Will you hear the sobs
Of the gathered mobs
Who were never there
For the weight I’ve bared
Saying how great I was
alive my name they did cuss
But when you’re gone
Everyone sings your song
They all loved you
And never spoke against you.
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