Walls

Walls
We are all born with strong Walls; they age with time we spend on this earth.
All walls will develop cracks from the battles of your life.

The cracks make us, they show the good and the bad.
They develop into the characteristics of a person that the world see’s every day.
A few cracks will stay hidden from most prying eyes.
Till a few triumphant heroes scale your walls.

Those who triumph will find the true person,
They find those little niches that make you tick.
That ticklish spot those lovers found paint onto your walls.
Or the things better left forgot know only by those you are closest.

Those that triumph have a power over you now.
They have to choose if they are going to move the stones in your wall.
Those that make that choose change your life completely.
The ones with malice in their eyes destroy the wall holding you up.

Marked and crumbling your wall stands by the threads waiting for those heroes to return.
For only those heroes can rebuild your walls.
Till they return you stand waiting in your sad broken state.
-ellathefreak