People build fortresses
High and mighty
walls that tower above the trees
Walls that can be seen from across the see
These walls that we build
they keep people out
our secrets inside
but it gets dark
and lonely
with no one inside

no one to hold you when you cry
so when you build your walls high and mighty
build a door
with a lock and key

As children we had dreams
Passion that twinkled in our eyes
but then,
Reality struck
it glazes our eyes
the  passion that once blazed, dies
ashes of our dreams on the ground
but that's okay
you can grow flowers,
new dreams
where the ashes
of burning passion used to be

The daily despise for many
Morning delight for a few
The few who see the truth,
the worth, the value

the old-hearted
trapped in youth
the thirsty for knowledge
the ones who need to know
the natural born sleuths
the scientist
the ones who ask why

these are the few
who see dingy halls
and see success
this mind set puts them above the rest
these are the few
who see the truth