Picture a wall of glass
As clear as air
but solid as a stone
I stand behind that wall
And the world’s on
The other side
I can see it
And it can see me,
But only through the glass
I can’t touch it
I can’t reach it
I can’t feel.
For that wall is in my soul
And I can’t break it alone.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Picture a wall of glass
As clear as air
but solid as a stone
I stand behind that wall
And the world’s on
The other side
I can see it
And it can see me,
But only through the glass
I can’t touch it
I can’t reach it
I can’t feel.
For that wall is in my soul
And I can’t break it alone.
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