Trapped inside these walls of time

One way holds the truth, though which?

The question of the ages

Lying broken on the shore

Who is that knocking on the door?

Fate knocks twice and turns to leave

He wears his heart upon his sleeve

Where she came from he doesn’t know

Here is the curtain call for the next show

Take your place, it is a repeat performance

He walks out, wanting a real chance

Heartache follows right at his heel

Reaching; hoping to killl something real

He slows his step and stomps down hard

His gait and shoe are barely marred

Trapped inside these walls of time

What is to become of me?

The question of the moment

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