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.