| Walled In. This boundary of brick and mortar. Impregnable, built high. Surrounds my sorrow, stifles my grief. A prisoner 'til I die. It will never solve or save me from the troubles that abound, nor the spurious fascination that in you, it seems, I found. Should I be sorry that I met you? My heart was torn in two. But your despicable intentions meant not a thing to you. Let me be, within my fortress walls, they took long to build. Never more will they fall easily. All feeling you have killed. Rhyme a b c b Rhythm 9-6-9-6 |