| The Heart Will Die As Well |
I tried to repair this wall
before you got inside,
before you added color
to the many shades of grey
that I've become
over all the years.
I tried to refill the moat,
before you changed
the position of the pieces
in this scene...
but I couldn't find any of
my old excuses -
I guess maybe I really did
want to let you in.
He screamed for hours yesterday
preaching all the ways that
he's come to this conclusion...
and he accuses me, though
his only argument was jealousy.
For once,
I told someone what I really feel
and in their subtle way
they only laughed at me.
but I am still taken with
the beauty of this tragedy.
that's what I get
for feeling.
that's what I get
for believing
in change.
and he screams-
though he doesn't see that
most of the time,
you don't even notice me.
it wasn't my life I caught them
hawking on the corner - a penny a pound
for the middle class dream...
I would have stopped them,
but I'm too busy building...
This wall must be repaired
before the storm comes -
and if you find
that you need shelter
please don't bother asking me-
I wouldn't want to turn you down
but I could not let you in, because
I fear the only thing I want
will likely never be. |