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 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...
Look up and see where the world ends
Out of reach, the edge hovering always above
Pressing down on fears of the beyond
Grinding to dust all dream of escape—
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
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?