Someone is pounding on my heart
Trying to break free
They feel the walls caving in, crushing their bones
When they used to have room to dance and be free
They thirst for love yet can't reach the well
When they used to be quenched and covered in love
They are holding the key to their own prison cell
When people used to come in and out
The inside is rotten and moldy
When it used to be clean and beautiful
The person inside scream for help
Yet the sound falls on deaf ears
Who are they?
-MJ
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