Walking along the wall

Walking along the wall trying to see the light
don’t want to dig a devil’s ditch but living is
hard, once a dreamer now aged and scarred
yet every heart is a bird longing for to use its
wings and to sing in joy, but walk slow along
the wall love is like balloons flying in the sky

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