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Fortress.

The sun is in my hands, the world is on my shoulders
And no one understands, the life behind these closed up borders
I wish that I could start all over, and never dare to hope or dream
But I know if I started over, I wouldn't change a thing

The sky is crashing down, as clouds surround my eyes in dust
It's hard to recognize who I see, much less decipher who to trust
I wish that I could leave this prison, and be the man I used to see
But walls aren't built so you can't visit, they are there to contain me

The ground is caving in, my feet here waiting for the fall
And when they do I'll simply stand up, and back into the world I'll crawl
I wish that I could build a fortress, anywhere outside my soul
But life is not a simple process, onto another day I go...

Lee.

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