by Profe Steve
I didn’t build the wall from hate, I built it out of sadness. I know I built it rather late, Trying to stop the madness.
I always told you what I needed, What you could do and say, But all my words just went unheeded, Now there’s a price to pay.
I tried to open wide my heart And let you freely in, But then you tore it all apart And left me scars within.
So now the wall stands high and wide, Built with bitter stone, To keep the damage locked outside, Yet it leaves me here alone.