The wailing walls repel their paint
taking in the painful sighs and moans
from those that trudge the halls
The green paint like faded grass
The only reminder of an outside world
And me
Here to care,
To listen,
To medicate ,
To ponder
How the **** a mind can break so easily
Or
How the **** a mind can mend in these surrounds
But most of all to love you
And I did love you all
From the old man who forced his ****
So he could show me his manhood as I changed him
To the timid boy who dreamed of being a pilot
But could only fly with different wings
I held the crown upon the head of the Queen of Sheba
as another injected all her fears away
I darned socks for a proud minor
through the night, with an invisible needle,
To make real his reality
I became someones daughter,when the pain of not seeing their own became too much to bear
I cried at the futility and sadness
The fear and uncertainty
The suspicion and the attitude of
THEM AND US
Who the **** are they?
and who the **** do we think we are?
But that was long ago
for now I trudge these same halls
Remembering
How I thought I could save you all
open the door and give you all wings
To fly to ultimate freedom
Now I know for sure I'm one of you
Or a little bit of all of you
I cant love myself though like I love you
I cant accept myself as I did you
I cant wear my wings they hurt
I cant set myself free
But then again I couldn't do that for you lot either.