Prison walls

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Don't forget the flowers
What they say to you
In the brief life; 
For the old and the new
The flower is looking into you
To see your soul 
Whether it's pure and whole 
Out of these dark caves 
The flower is growing 
To surprise your own 
To look into your eye
In black hues, 
Of madness where you lay there 
In white sheets, this 
Flower is looking into you
It is looking into your soul 
Behind these prison walls 
From which you cannot escape