Four walls and two feet
Walking in circle
Trapped in this room
Playing with the loop of mind
The sound of blowing wind
Maybe it is just the air from outside
Yet how could it be this cold
Here, I kneel weak again
Even tears had long dried
But with sorrow that is remained
By silence that I am chained to
From flesh to bone it pierced deeply
Into soul that I become unknown
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