I pick another brick and place it over the wall,
It feels heavy but I continue to build it tall.
I look again at what I am shutting out,
It fills my heart again with doubt,
A life of smiles and the love of friends,
who saw me through the changing trends,
and all I could give in return,
was a gruelsome word or a look of scath and burn,
So I decide to live here again,
within these walls that carry memmories of pain,
I pick another brick and place it over the wall,
It feels heavy but I continue to build it tall.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
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