If only the wall was built higher before I began to climb, then maybe I would have given up before I ever came near the top…
What Defies the Senses
What defies the senses is music to a madman Without a song or a cry to heaven On the edge where lie a thousand broken mirrors Cast away by we who gazed upon the truth…
The Wrong Words
It was her hand reaching out to me Cold fingers grasping at a final trace of hope Like breath lingering upon a still morning That broke apart the wall, brick by brick
Sometimes I Say the Wrong Thing
The rift between us grows deeper Wider With every misspoken word Every falter Every misplaced glance and second guess Bricks placed in the wall One word might tear it down But who will say it?