Inside Out

As I sit here solmn

Quiet and sublime,

I think of wasted years

and also wasted time.

I think about the churches

I've sat in through out years,

I think about the sorrow

I think about the tears.

I think about religions

And faiths I sat and learned,

I think about the hunger

and desire that I yearned.

I think about the emptiness

I always have inside,

I think about the walls

Built for me to hide.

If one wish I was granted

to cast along a spell,

One thing I would wish for

It's learning how to yell.

One thing from another

A chain does each one make,

This chain is getting heavy

I'm about to break.

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