All three of them I see
Whenever I look up
I see nothing but walls
Turn around, and again I see
The walls, that block my sight
Is there a way I can look beyond
Is there a way I can break them down
Is there a way to climb over them
These walls that cloister me
Is there happiness that lies beyond
Or is it a life more wretched out there?
Is there a world in the wild open spaces
Is there a living I can make out there?
Painted white in glossy shades
On one side an orangish blaze
All the colour and snazzy hues
Do nothing at all to be my muse
Is there a way I can break them down?
Is there a life without these walls
Is there a freedom I do not know
Imprisoned – by these walls around.
