I’m woven in a fantasy, I can’t believe the things I see
The path that I have chosen now has led me to a wall
And with each passing day I feel a little
more like something dear was lost
It rises now before me, a dark and silent barrier between,
All I am, and all that I would ever want to be
It’s just a travesty, towering, marking
off the boundaries my spirit would erase
The Wall, Kansas
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