Group of walking closets I know
Even to the closest one they don't swing their doors

They walk with arms around each other
The secrets in ears they whisper
Secret is deep enough to be a secret
But doesn't really belong to whatever inside is kept
Keeping it uncleaned for years in dirt,in vein
They wouldn't speak a word about it,fearing they won't be called "A man"

A group of walking closets I know
Living in this universe keeping inside another one
The more that pricks,the more silence is earned

From the screams they grew up in; to clench teeth tightly they learned
Untouched by words bound by rusted chain
They wouldn't speak a word about it,fearing they won't be called "A man"

A group of walking closets I know
If things get overflowed each pushes it back again & again
They'll fall down to keep their inside at it's place
Each of them seems to be a solid blue sky
Glowing with the sunlight,gently clouds that crashes
& they don't let the world have a single idea about certain places
Where they weeped & weeped through night
Their tears are known to be the rarest rain
But when they cry,it's actually a breaking of mountain
They won't speak a word about it,fearing they wouldn't be called "A man"


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