The walls of your soul that you
  Toil away building;
The windows are dark and the
  Bricks are unyielding...

( Hate, with a hammer, cracks the wall;
   But Love, with a whisper, makes it fall. )

How many times have I told you, Believe?
And then will you learn how to truly Receive.
  For giving is getting -- these two are the same;
  And living is learning to dance in the rain.

I have no words,
but words are all I have.
I have tears,
but they are not enough.
I have wisdom,
but my timing would be off.
I have a heaviness inside,
and know that others do also.
I don't pray anymore,
but I'll try to tonight.

*Whoever you are that did this, you don't impress me.
Impress me with peace.