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Walls, walls Most of them you will hate But listen and hear my call For some might forge your fate Some walls will make you frown Others will slow you down Stop you dead in your tracks Even force you to pull back Some walls alienate Or, worse, discriminate Erected to separate Built to isolate When walls give the cold shoulder Will you stay silent or yell? Remain obedient or rebel? You are the choice maker Walls will put you to the test But take an axe or a shovel Make a crack, dig a tunnel For amid the rubble, pride you will harvest By now one can attest In this story, the moral Is to be your absolute best Even if that is a trial Really you are the key To who you want to be So speak up clear and loud And stand above the crowd — Aimy |