Walls dark with slurry
I clamber up the sides, my life in a hurry
But down I slide, ever landing to hard to see
Never will I be free
I beat myself up every day
I cannot climb the ladder this way
They tie me down upon the ground
The shoes they wear, on me can be found
I am the doormat
The bridge for them to step up at
This work just makes me sadder
Why does it really matter
The ladder I wish to climb, is slippery you see
To succeed at life, is a mystery to me
How I wish I could live
Even if they would just give
Give a little of what they have to me
The breads crumbs, I would leave
To the next who climbs the wall
So they would not have far to fall