Walls

You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in a instant, felled by a woman's second glance, a child's apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words I have something to tell you, a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the brush of your mothers papery ancient hand in a thicket of your hair, the memory of your father's voice early in the morning echoing from the kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children

We brick up our walls
Our walls fall
We think everytime we build up our walls
There stronger each time and one
Day they will be
Unbreakable
But there not
We build walls to have them broken over and over
But we don't think to not build the wall
The higher we build that wall
The more pain we feel when it falls
When it breaks
When we break
You can build it just a tiny bit and only feel a tiny bit of pain
You can build it so big and strong
And feel so much pain when it falls
Its like jenga
Slowly pieces of our wall come out
But after a certain amount of pieces come out
It gets destroyed, it falls
You get destroyed, you rebuild
We think its the love that destroys us
Its not
It's our wall
Yes the love destroys the wall
But the wall destroys us
So what's the point of love?
If you wish to be a Warrior, prepare to be broken.
If you wish to be a explorer, prepare to get lost.
If you wish to be a lover, prepare to be both
It says be ready to be broken
Be ready to be lost
No matter how much high and strong you build your wall
You will always be broken and your wall
It will always fall
Preparase paraser roto