Move back behind the walls
Where no one ever calls
And no teardrop ever falls
Never a part of this world
In the corner I am curled
Shadows all around me swirled
Fortifications ever battered
As if I've ever mattered
Inside them all is shattered
Stout door closed behind a veil
Poised to repel any who assail
Lest they hear me when I wail
Never more assault this redoubt
Where all the world is shut out
And hope's scarcity rings out
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