It is the wall
either tall or small
it stands
Regardless of sleet or ice
of strawberries and mice
through the bad seasons or the nice
weather that actually brings us togheters
which is why i write this
almost like my thesis
to the young to the old
to the meek soon to be bold
crack down that
wall where mistrust sat
laughing at
the soldier that you are back
agianst the wall
grip tight at swing
feel the power that it brings
whooosh and it falls
thundering sputtering remains
opening the domains
feel the righns loose hold and fall
all the remnants a reminder
almost like a trophy
the small fee that you suffered
all is open
all a token
connect the unspoken