Can’t reach you, yet I see you
Can’t touch you, even when you stand so close
It’s a thick wall of bricks
that circles you around
Feels like noise in your head
when I make a sound
My arms are stretched out forth
Come hold my hands
Through the bricks and through the walls
Listen, I make a sound
I’ll be with you when you stand,
and even when you fall.
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