Letters on these walls are the pain I feel in my heartScribbled on these palms are the tortures I give myselfMy soul yearns to be touchedbut my hands crave rewards
I am the son of the pauper on the streetThe one with nothing to feed,I am the daughter of the cripple you wish not to be likeThe girl whose right doesn’t have the will to live life
Lettered in my soul is the call of hell,No, don’t draw me backI’ve not just been there once,That’s my other home.
That’s where I seem to find joyJoy in sorrowLaughter in painTears under the rain
Lettered to you is the pain I feel,Lettered back to me shall be your will!
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