Journey in a Poem

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Three four walls to sit in
Three four thoughts to think in
It's the time that has you regrets to forgive
Our sole purpose is to be on a path in life
Your worries have to be passed only then
You'll be set free in your wounding world
Cold blows the wind tonight, sweetheart, cold are the drops of rain, cold are the four walls of my cell, so cold I shall remain.