The problem is this. There is a kind heart, that dwells
in the cavity of my chest.
It wants to help it wants to give and stay away from
protest.
The heart has been guarded all of its life, and built a
wall covered with garland.
But behind the flowers and behind the colour streams is a
wall concrete and hardened – that covers the heart.
I never wanted to see the pain, I never wanted hear the cries,
I wanted a world of fairies and sparkles, I wanted to
remain blind.
I wanted to create a bubble where everything was good and
bright,
And every time there was the possibility of seeing over
the wall – it gave me a terrible freight.
So where do I go, where do I turn. the sadness over the
hedge is one I never want to learn.
But I need to help
I began climbing over the wall and saw someone in need.
A little boy was starved, and I had some Bread to feed.
I let down my rope to climb , and held on to it tight, he
looked up in hope and gratitude,
But had a little more might.
I never expected to be pulled , or tossed or turned or
thrown .
But I was weaker than I expected, less strong than I had
known.
Do I let go ?
I looked up to the sky, overcast by the shadow created by
the wall.
And ended up feeling quite helpless, ended up feeling
quite small.
Break down the walls I ask, may they fall smoothly and
fast.
Then they slowly began to crumble, by the sound of a
trumpet blast.
So now my world isn’t closed in, I choose to see the pain
and share the Bread.
But I’ll set some strong and sturdy boundary pillars and
build a fence instead.
