I've been growing up surrounded by the walls,
Behind them there is just a cold town,
The TV can't shut up and someone calls and calls,
Can anybody turn it all down?
Mom, it's not your fault that I've become so morose
Living in these bright city lights,
They're blinding at first sight but then they seem so hollow
Or maybe I just can't see them right.
Teach me how to live - I'll take it as it is,
So I will dare to come out of this hole,
Out of this black hole I'll go towards the steets
Never to come back to these walls.
The Walls
© Copyright: Сэнди Роттен, 2015
Свидетельство о публикации №115033005321
Свидетельство о публикации №115033005321
Рецензии