They pressed hands to the wall,
The wall that kept them in,
The wall that was so, so clear,
As a reminder of their sin.
Paradise, the outside seemed,
Green and full of promise,
They dreamt of its air,
Of its wind and cool kiss.
They took up rocks and stones,
They broke through the wall,
It shattered so easily,
And they walked so very tall.
But the outside was poison,
The air was smoky and dim,
Plants did not grow,
And their lungs were filled to the brim.
Many tried to stumble back,
To the air that was clean,
But the desolation and the fog,
Clouded what could be seen.
The people regretted,
Of what they had done,
They buried everything,
And nothing was won.
