I walk into your walls made of blades,
Hopes of leaving begin to fade.
So I press on to reach your heart,
To show your never truly apart.

But you push your friends away.
Yet I shall show you we are here to stay!

So through a maze of mirrors and barbed wire.
For you, I will walk through your hell’s fire.
And though you hide behind this maze,
I shall clear this path, filled with haze.

Through your labyrinth of razors and broken glass.
I will press through the pain of a higher class.
Though your world may be full of pain.
If you hit a bottom low, you’ve got the world to gain.

Though you push your friends away.
I shall show you, we are here to stay!

So through a maze of mirrors and barbed wire.
For you, I will walk through your hell’s fire.
And though you hide behind this maze,
I shall clear this path, filled with haze.