Behind the White Wall

I beat the wall,
I pound on it with my fists.
I'll beat them all,
I have an urge that I just can't resist.

My own soul is falling,
As I pound on this wall,
My patience is thawing,
I need to break down the white wall.

I've been broken down once,
And broken down twice.
People pulll these stunts,
That I know, aren't right.

My own walls are paper thin,
They break through every time.
All my enemies, always win.
They break down the walls that are mine.

The big white wall,
With the stains of blood,
Will never fall,
Not by fire, nor flood.

Bricks of my life,
Have built up that wall,
Every problem, or strife,
Has lead to my fall.

If I ever break it down,
I'm sure one day it will crumble,
And will fall without sound,
As I crawl from the rubble.

Scathed and bruised,
Just adding to my collection of scars,
Paranoid and used,
I'd run miles and yards.

Away from the ruckage of the fallen wall,
I'd run faster then light.
Away from the pain of loss of it all,
I'd be a dark angel, fleeing, but prepared to fight.

Fleeing from life as we know it.
A coward, running away.
Sprinting from lifes battles that show it,
The fear in my mind is too much to stay.

We'll break down the wall in unity.
We all want to get out.
We need to be free.
To beat down the wall, I have no doubt.

The wall may destroy me,
May take me in its wake.
At least when it falls I'll have died free,
Give me that much, for my own mind's sake.

They say curiosity killed that cat,
But I'm not afraid of death.
Just one final pat,
And the wall falls on me until theres nothing left.