Walls too thick to believe
And too far to wander
A road too dark to walk
And time too long to squander
A sound too soft to hear
And too faint to wonder
A dream too old to chase
And thoughts too deep to ponder
Born underground
We are all alone
We crawl in the black
Our voices confined
By the vision we lack
The tunnels obtrude
Existence is solitude
Skies too high to reach
And too cold to thunder
Eyes too blind to see
And hearts too dead to conquer

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