I see the world
With opened eyes
But the thing I see
Are no surprise
They haunt my world
With open sores
Banging through my iron doors
But behind my walls
I am small
Despite my long height
But nonetheless
I am depressed
Thus I embrace the night
But behind my walls
I am sad
Some days angry
Sometimes mad
I have never struck another with might
But I strike myself in the night
But behind my walls
Despite that I fall
My world is a bunch of clutter
Nothing more
Than an iron door
Surrounded by nothing that matters
But behind my walls
I hear the calls
Of my soul always weeping
The sobbing sound
Of tears to the ground
My heart is here for keeping
But behind my walls
I always seek
For something greater than myself
I always help
Despite my shelves
I always care for everywhere
But you will never see
Because I have placed
Beyond my face
These iron walls in front of me