I've got lots of you on my wall,
Staring into my soul.
You hang in there, my name you call
Into the blackness of my heart as coal.
I have stained and spoilt you
From white to black a mosaic of mistrust
What I do you have no clue
Not even the line I want crossed.
Hear me, these sacred doors,
I call unto you, the speech-less
Tell me your secrets the one from the cores
So I can untie my sorrow less.
I need to know what you know
I need to hear your breathing so
I need the truth, a new seed to grow
I need to love, my paper so.
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