In Your Hands

Cold walls
Gray skies
Footsteps
Towers dull cries
Leftovers of paintings on his fingers
Bright up the dirt on the ground
As he looks over the cold surface
While his face is getting pushed down

Blurry sight
No light to see
No hand to reach
No air to breath
Always concerned
Fear in his eyes
He better be quiet
She better be right

Harsh wind
Wipes over
And crashes
His bruised face
Surrounded
By violence and anger
An unbreakable circle he can't escape from
As he tries
To escape
He's tied by his hands and his own thoughts

Blurry sight
No light to see
No hand to reach
No air to breath
Always concerned
Fear in his eyes
He better be quiet
She better be right

Blurry sight
No light to see
No hand to reach
No air to breath
Always concerned
Fear in his eyes
He better be quiet
She better be right



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