<center>*There are walls from the beginning 
They fence around a precious spring 
As life takes shape 
Inside a woman's womb.*</center>

<center>*These walls are ripped apart 
When the grown infant 
Finds it's way out
Like a hungry beast leaving a cave.*</center>

<center>*They crumble as she screams 
Descending from her in red
Like a painful realistic dream
After birthing her nine months*.</center>

<center>*These walls disappear in childhood 
Unless parenthood 
Becomes a responsibility ask 
To those who bear the mark of the task.*</center>

<center>*They then rebuild 
When the soul decides to shield 
What it's curiosity helped discover 
About a world full of the others.*</center>

<center>*The mental walls soar high
And the voice sinks behind them shyly 
Looking to keep them from plying 
Their living what feels like a lie.*</center>

<center>*There are walls in the end
They fence around a decaying corpse 
As mother earth quietly takes what it gladly gave
Before they ended up in the grave.*</center>

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