It’s about being able to do nothing about a friend’s demise and feeling heartbroken because you are unable to help this friend out.
Sitting here in this housemy troubled thoughts return to you… Stuck in that cement box unable to reach outand touch those who care; as I travel across this land without a worry nor a care; I live life to the fullest as the wind whispers through the air… Silently; I wait for you… but to no avail;As I desire you to spread your wings and fly for surely your troubled soul is free…to roam away from these hardened times; I urge you from my chair… Get up! Go! for surely your heart is not chained to the cement box…that surrounds your wounded soul.
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