I put decorations on my wall.
To fill up the emptiness in my room.
To cover the blank white walls
And to bring some color into the room.
But all that is not true.
They keep falling.
I put stars on my walls.
And they fall.
I put butterflies on my walls.
But never finish them.
There are no windows,
No sunlight for them to see.
They will wither and die
Like my hope years ago, you see.