The Wall
Where do you draw the fine line,
between what was and what is ?
What makes two people step off that line
and look at each other from opposite sides ?
It's a sad situation
when a wall is built on that line
and everyday that wall grows higher,
and higher,
and higher,
until ...
There is no longer we.
There is only you,
only me,
alone.
Where once there was happy conversation,
there is silence.
Where once there was a longing to see each other,
there is fear.
Where once there was a deep and warm friendship,
there is hatred.
Sadness grows in my heart,
as each day the wall grows higher.
And I know a time will come,
when I look to the top of the wall
and see only sky.
A vast empty expanse.
A vast lonely expanse.
But that time has not yet come.
I can still see beyond the wall.
But sadly, I don't know if you are also looking,
or if you have turned and walked away.
It's a lonely feeling,
an empty feeling...
when you lose your best friend.
© 1980
