And the little stars
We drew on our arms
Would fade away
Into nothingness.
We'd go crazy
And shout
And people we knew
Nothing about
Would try to calm us
By asking all the wrong questions.

Fury arose
For being misunderstood
In this lonely place
Under the false childhood
Of the unwanted victim
That would never take flight
For he knew that we were all
Ready to fight
The nothingness that dared us
To stand in a straight line
And we'd take in hostages
That were, fairly, just blind.

The walls stood in witness
But, they feared
They could not tell.
Their boring off-white
Would make us all pretend
That the stars that were drawn
Were just figures that weren't meant
To be sent...