Halls of the silent

The silent hall that made me questtion every thing in the world..

You see her walking down the hall 

Were you hear every soul being torn

Without a word they would rather be burn 

All of them hurting wishing 

For a part of them not to be missing 

It was my turn to go down the halls 

Not wanted to be trapped inside those walls

The walls if the sad, the hurted,the pain 

I would rather be happpy if it was just pain

They say people go insane when they're inside

And that they would never go sane again

What happens against those walls I never no 

Because of the silent halls

The End

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