The Walking Dead

We each live in our own little world

Without  a soul, to open a new door.

 

We try and try to fly so high

When we never even see the sky.

 

If we look around, we will see.

All the things we were meant be.

 

But instead we stay inside our heads

Never admitting that we might be dead

 

Open your hearts, open you mind

To be happy is to be kind

Dont walk around alive and still be dead

Love people as yourself instead.

 

We each live in our own little world

Only we can open a new door.

 

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