The Tall Wall
There it stands in the open space
Blocking my path to every fruitful crop
It appears to be built on solid ground
Harboring layers of crust and muck
Polluting the atmosphere with rebellion
Deep within is anger concealed
Growing moss of doubt fear and humiliation
There is poise in its stature
That speaks of my inabilities
It thrives on my insecurity
As I stand beneath it to survive
Oh wall of deception
You are not for protection
There is no getting around
It must be crumbled to the ground
These are the hands
That built you up
These are the hands
That tear you down
Blocking my path to every fruitful crop
It appears to be built on solid ground
Harboring layers of crust and muck
Polluting the atmosphere with rebellion
Deep within is anger concealed
Growing moss of doubt fear and humiliation
There is poise in its stature
That speaks of my inabilities
It thrives on my insecurity
As I stand beneath it to survive
Oh wall of deception
You are not for protection
There is no getting around
It must be crumbled to the ground
These are the hands
That built you up
These are the hands
That tear you down
