And I think they know I care
But the walls are so high they can't hear the whispers
Desperately looking for more than numbness I dig underneath it
All I find is dirt and broken promises
Stuffed in the ground like bones of a memory
I want to tell them
I want to let them in
But my only way to show them is going up
And the sky is terrifyingly blue in contrast with the dark stone of the wall
All I can wish for is their voices
All I can hold on to is the hope that somewhere, behind the wall, some people care enough to stay around to build a ladder