My hopes and dreams made them stick
This barricade should give relief
From wolves that blow and every thief
My soul and I play behind
We paint graffiti on our side
These works of art are memories
Emotions only I can see
Many know the outside wall
Where I'm straight and tall
Occasionally a close friend comes
Steps behind and brings the sun
My heart alas thinks we are free
To display new art for all to see
But then a brick comes flying through
For safety's sake our brushes move
What found its way from hand to stone
Must now endure alone
But all can see the outside wall
Where I'm straight and tall
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