My mind is a prison
Walls tall and cold as stone
Every time I look the walls have risen
Like my fears the walls have grownI'm trapped with no escape
I'm sentenced for as long as I live
I need to get out for my own sake
How much more of my strength can I give?I can't remember my crime
Or what I did to deserve this
To be imprisoned for all this time...
What will it take to prove my innocence?Where was I for my trial?
Who was the judge to decide my fate?
Who was the decider of my exile?
Against me, who plead this terrible case?
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Sing and Dance
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