Five hundred years of stone-faced wall
Always new rules to install
Soffocating my smothered soul
I want to fightthe curbed control
But I cannot find the strength
I am weak from the restraint
my heart beats faster
my spirit is pale and faint
i stand on the loose bricks
twenty storeys high
wind rustling my hair
i take the plunge
the fall is my last
sense of
freedom
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