Can you hear a blind man. Say I wish I could love. Or can you hear a lover. Say I wish I could see. Or have you ever bled. And tried to hide the wounds.
Why is your sky always so much bluer than mine. You look to your sky and say look how beautiful. And I look at these walls and scream. Let me out. And if your walls should ever come falling.
I've seen a man on the corner. Preaching of his god. I've seen another that doesn't want. The burden of his cross. But I stand dead in the centre with nothing at all.