The sky
The sun
We deny
We shun
We hate
We fear
Get irate
Disappear
The ground
The trees
The sound
Help please
The need
The desire
To proceed
Light the fire.
The silence
The sound
Barbwire fence
Wrapped around
Holding tight
Breaking skin
Don\'t fight
It\'s digging in
Pain increase
Gritting teeth
Must release
What\'s beneath
Let it out
Open the door
Never doubt
The reasons for.