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Waves are no match for a brick wall They try to grow and stand tall but that wall makes those waves seem so small The waves are attracted to the wall's hard exterior Or maybe they are just used to feeling inferior Maybe they want more Spinning and spinning it all keeps going The waves keep flowing All they want is to keep growing But they are stifled by that lock By the brick who calls all the shots By the wall that holds the waves in their spot So what now? What comes next? The wall keeps standing The waves keep churning They keep yearning Mindlessly flowing All the while knowing That the wall will keep them from growing Maybe they both want to be free To flow, to be alone, to grow, to be stone Maybe it's freedom they both will never know Because the wall stops it all
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
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Waves are no match for a brick wall They try to grow and stand tall but that wall makes those waves seem so small The waves are attracted to the wall's hard exterior Or maybe they are just used to feeling inferior Maybe they want more Spinning and spinning it all keeps going The waves keep flowing All they want is to keep growing But they are stifled by that lock By the brick who calls all the shots By the wall that holds the waves in their spot So what now? What comes next? The wall keeps standing The waves keep churning They keep yearning Mindlessly flowing All the while knowing That the wall will keep them from growing Maybe they both want to be free To flow, to be alone, to grow, to be stone Maybe it's freedom they both will never know Because the wall stops it all
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
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