The walls around you have always been sky high
And covered with thorns, making me afraid to try
To break them down, for when I even inch near
The blood on my hands forces me back in fear.
Fear--not of your walls, but what lies within
Or rather, what does not lie within
For should I find the inside cold, empty, bleak
How much more painfully will I bleed!

But I see through the cracks on the walls you built so well
And though I can't quite find the words to tell
You just how much I love what I see
These tiny flashes--dashes--of a soul so sweet
Of a wounded heart that deserves so much love
Of a brilliant mind that thinks so far above
What others may take immense pride in.
For this, the wall won't break my heart--only my skin.

But all I can see are these elusive cracks
So rare and few, I find myself holding back
Wondering if they're there at all
Or if I dreamed them, hope to cushion my fall
For I've fallen for you, this I can't deny.
Fallen hard enough I may be blind enough to lie
To myself, to convince myself to have faith in you.
For faith is belief without any reason to.