Gray walls surrounding me,
When can I be free?
Where is the land of milk and honey,
Where is the land where no one needs money?
But rain starts pouring from the sky,
And all these dreams become a lie,
Mud on the ground sticks like glue,
Where I am,I have no clue
Some ships are sailing through the houses,
And in the corner,here is a mouse.
Dim lights,pale doors, and an open mouth–
Hello,my dear house.
I step inside this silent place,
And meet him face to face.
A silent guest, from nightmares,
Standing here upon the stairs.
Hello
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