Walls…
They are boundaries, separating us from what matters most
They are our saviors, protecting us from all danger
They lack any emotion, but take the brunt of any harm without complaint
Yet they remain standing, as guardians they are
Walls cut off any communication, knowledge of anything around oneself
They separate us from the truth, no matter how pleasing or harmful it may be
They stand strong throughout the night
And remain standing in our sight
No matter what substance they may be
They carry on our legacy
And as clouds gather upon our grave
The walls shall stand, stout and brave
And as many more approaches it to seek its protection
Others seem to push them away
But as they experience countless falls
Many of these people will turn to these walls
Isolation, Protection, Shrouds of Truth
And as the final moments of the wall approaches
Thoughts of you and your descendants encroaches
And slowly it begins to smile
A smile stuck on it...for a long while
And they crumble into millions of tears
Blowing away any last fears.