I like it here Sweet green escape In the heart of steel Tears giving growth To trees that try to hide What we tackle inside What is right Is the pain we feel Knowing how hard it hurts Proves we love What is left Is a beckoning of bells Long hours wringing hands Of time in shadow The place Both home and prison Gated in and solely ours With bars just wide enough To let whispers of reality slip through It isn't lawful to let smiles slip and fall Though we curl up into a ball At opposite ends of the hall At the end of it all The end are words that mean nothing To us Waiting to die again One more day In all this patient green I like it here Words that mean more to me Than love

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