There Stands the Wall
I’ve been wondering lately
About the things in this life
You; you seem so lonely
And me, I have a wife
Yet in my daydreams
There is no wonder at all
I want to tell you things, but
There Stands the Wall
I remember seeing you
For the very first time
There stands a lady
So gentle and refined
So strong on the outside
Independence is your call
I feel you reaching for me, but
There Stands the Wall
1986
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Bridge
PoetryWhat happens when all the talking has stopped? When the love is there but hidden? When the bridge crumbles?