Description
You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in a instant, felled by a woman's second glance, a child's apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words I have something to tell you, a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the brush of your mothers papery ancient hand in a thicket of your hair, the memory of your father's voice early in the morning echoing from the kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children We brick up our walls Our walls fall We think everytime we build up our walls There stronger each time and one Day they will be Unbreakable But there not We build walls to have them broken over and over But we don't think to not build the wall The higher we build that wall The more pain we feel when it falls When it breaks When we break You can build it just a tiny bit and only feel a tiny bit of pain You can build it so big and strong And feel so much pain when it falls Its like jenga Slowly pieces of our wall come out But after a certain amount of pieces come out It gets destroyed, it falls You get destroyed, you rebuild We think its the love that destroys us Its not It's our wall Yes the love destroys the wall But the wall destroys us So what's the point of love? If you wish to be a Warrior, prepare to be broken. If you wish to be a explorer, prepare to get lost. If you wish to be a lover, prepare to be both It says be ready to be broken Be ready to be lost No matter how much high and strong you build your wall You will always be broken and your wall It will always fall Preparase paraser roto
Building Walls
