I'm a wall.
Built over many years, for better or worse.
I'm a wall, built on solid ground.
A wall that sways in the wind.
I got deep cracks, who sings lullabies during the night.
My dust is spread, leaving a thin layer on the ground beside me.
I'm a wall covered in plants, dead but yet alive.
Lost but not forgotten.
I'm a wall, man built.