The Wall
A wall
Sometimes when I listen to sounds that go on by
The roughness of engines in the sky and on the ground
People's voices hum and birds just fly on by
Beeps of alarms and trucks reversing all around
People's televisions blaring show after show
Whilst no body can be seen they can't be found
Locked doors and open windows
Curtains closed but wind keeps singing
Pushing and pushing open up this blows
The gushing of whistling has both ears ringing
Closed minds rocking in darkness so it goes
Will to love and live and light and growing
An ocean a river a wall, a wall, all it knows
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