The stark white walls echo
Silent truths unspoken
Broken thoughts
Emulating hope
Fulfillment in our fantasies
Our driven spark rises
Truth over heartache
The path often takes
Building blocks of sorrow
Sparrows that fly
Carrying messages
Dressed in fabric
This royal robe
Confidence spoke
On a purple microphone
Any place can be home
If you feel less alone
Salty stains
On pillow cases
But my brain is laced
With strains of music
Only composed
To help us all know
There is always
Room to grow
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