Tears, not of sorrow, but a salty tide,
To loosen the mortar, where dreams reside.
Walls stand so stoic, cold, and confined,
But salty drops whisper a truth they can't find.

A heart overflows, with yearnings untold,
Cracks in the fortress, waiting to unfold.
Emotions well up, a relentless plea,
To break free from burdens, and finally be.

Crying to loosen, the grip of the past,
To wash away shadows, that forever hold fast.
A cleansing rain, for the spirit to rise,
Crying to lift the walls, and open the skies.
Thus, we shall cry to lift the walls