I've built the walls high, made from my soul,they cannot be penetrated.
They are fieriest red, to scatter the sadness,frighten the dark.
Strong as the wind that would ever press them to bend and shake.
They are a refuge from feeling, a harbor of safety, in a stone fortress tower.
In the shadows that take;silence is calling.
The bricks sooth the sound,of the chaos that snarls to get through.
And the empty notes sound out, and melt into peace.
And the sun is a golden ice blue.
But the gate of this welcome prison is wide.
and the inside is emptied from out.
And I can reach you, but you cannot touch me.
I am the wolf and the eagle inside.
At times densely guarded I lose who I am.
And wish for the gate to dissolve.
Into layers of barbs and angels that bite.
To revenge for the child that has taken to flight.
As the heart became twisted resolve,
But the bricks will not harm,
coated well with the moss of past years.
The delusion will give you all that you need,
You see all the meadows and sweet rain in the trees,
You call what I am not, but in your mind can be,
So you are free in your safety of what you want to see,
As the wall is transparent to you, not to me.