If thoughts were tears...nare you sick of yearningnthis invisible fortress, this isolationnis your heart's cancernnThere's no reason hidingnyou great walls of self-defensenpull them all downnno need to retreatnyour great walls of insecuritynnListen to what isn't saidnsee what is not shownnlearn this language free from wordsndon't be deceivednnBecoming numbnis the sound of decaynself-censorship and deadening only false friendsnthere's no reason hidingnyour great walls of self-defensenpull them all downnremaining forever thoughtfulnna curse?nNo!nIt's the bold star in reach out fornnThis is the path of prosperityna prosperity withinnthis is the path of prosperitynmade of thorns and broken glass