If you're too afraid to open up your idle heart,
You'll starve your own soul while you tear mine apart.
My good will and love may no longer remain,
For you've sentenced yourself to only hurt and pain.
To be locked inside these walls, bound with chains,
A purpose so dull, you'll surely never be the same.
As I once knew a man who had walked upright,
Now he casts a shadow; out of mind, out of sight.
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