The wall built, stone by stone, strong,
To shut one in from what seems wrong;
Serves only to keep others at bay,
Even to chasing dear ones away.
Those who passed by, peering in, concerned,
And though for them one’s heart truly yearned;
Shut out by each stone of cynicism,
Overwhelmed by arrows of sarcasm.
Now, all lonely, a peek outside taken,
Only to be filled with more fear, shaken;
Locked within, long, from the external shore,
Now makes it stranger than ever before.
Oh! For courage to step out again,
Knowing the labour shall not be in vain;
To live is Christ, to die is gain,
‘Tis God’s strange design to overcome pain.
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