The Wall


Someone dies everyday, thinking
what this wall is made of?
Is this of misunderstanding or
made of anger?;
Is this made of fear or simply
illusion?
Someone dies everyday, thinking
when this wall will fell down?
Is it when you get older or
when, you'll get bolder?
Is it when your dad agrees, or
when, my blood gets colder.
Someone dies everyday, thinking
what if this wall will fell down?
will I see you waiting as I use to do?
will I see you trying as I use to do?
will I see you suffering as I use to do?
or will I see only footprints,
which left me all alone.
Someone dies everyday, thinking
when this wall will fell down?

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