…it aint brick
…sometimes it feels like everything’s brick-
the walls, the windows, the doors-
everything’s brick-
so no one hears the chaos, or knows the home is here-
so no one lends a hand-
but every now and then, I realize it isn’t-
it ain’t brick-
no brick wall, no window, no door-
and they hear the chaos loud n’ clear-
but no one lends a hand
because no one cares to.
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