Walls of Suspicion

Alone and forgotten
still we hide in the past
days they come and they go
but they do never last

And this walls which we build
to protect us from pain
they will keep things outside
but what is there to gain?

Still we build them with joy
so thick and so high
our own prison of hope
till we rotten and die

And we pray to our God
and we hope that he hears
from our four strong-build walls
of suspicions and fears

Then we look back in awe
at the time that has passed
in our prison of lies
time sure runs away fast

mirash