They called from the four-sided walls
Saying they were free
They called to say they had stood tall
But couldn’t just let be
They said things would be better now
Then it was in the past
They said they would write letters now
This thing of ours could last
But the wood slammed and life was called
As tears fell to the floor
They screamed aloud, but then were hauled
Straight to the iron door
They were right, in the end, things are much better now
No more fights, no more blend, this she did so vow
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