People are just shadows,
Silhouettes in the dark of a lamp lit room.
We don't really see anything but the wall we're cast on.
Our sudden movements, drawing motions like mere wind.
And everything that is golden is always buried in the last box.
Maybe that's why so many people create their own and fill it with jewellery.
We hear about stories of the rainbow, and magic fairies from another land.
And we always believe or cling to the hope without the existence of it's presence.
If we could break down the wall,
Maybe we could land amongst another planet.
If we could break down the wall,
Maybe we could escape our sullen shadows.
Break away with the switch of a light, and enter a valley of Eden.
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