Beyond the Wals


      If walls could tell lies and alibis these stones would talk    for days, Tales of innocence and prejudice of souls they once contained.

Not many a soul that's been in this hole can truely claim they were framed, We failed to look a chance was took, we were caught and now we pay.

For the beast inside man will hide, until freedom has been obtained. Once outside these walls his kingdom falls, and the beast again shall rein.

Oh lord I pray, show me the way to rid this beast in me. For when at last these walls finally do pass my soul will finally be free.


By: Chayla Smith



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