I Live Behind Forbidding Walls
|I live behind forbidding walls|
Made of adamantine words.
I could walk out when my heart calls,
But, ah! Here flight is just for birds.
It was my luck to find my love
Cruel irony! That word I gave,
And so I did what all thought right,
Our love remains, though we're apart,
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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