If you are so dreadfully afraid
to open up your idle heart,
you may starve your own soul
while you're ripping mine apart.
My good will and dearest love
may no longer wish to remain,
For you've sentenced yourself
to a life of hurt and pain.
To be locked behind these walls
bound within these chains,
A purpose so incredibly dull
you'll surely never be the same.
As I once knew of a stable man
who walked firm and upright,
Now he merely casts a shadow
out of mind and out of sight.
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