The Wall


Someone dies everyday, thinking
what this wall is made of?
Is it a consequence of love,or
built of disdain?
Is this your stubborn heart,
who is behind the pain?

Someone dies everyday, thinking
when this wall will fell down?
Is it when you decipher my heart, or
when you cut your ego short?
Is it when your conscience regret, or
when there is nothing left?

Someone dies everyday, thinking
what if this wall will fell down?
will I see you try as I use to try?
will I see you suffer as I use to suffer?
will I see you wait as I use to wait?
or I will see the footprints,
which had started fading away?

someone dies everyday, thinking
when this wall will fell down?

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