Hole In The Wall

Every brick in that wall was made by hand, laid by hand and carefully planned

Every inch of the mortar is aligned and true, set like glue, and spread for you

As the years and the monuments pass like cars, falling stars and beers in bars

The winter turns to springtime, summer charcoal chars, two put pars, and life long scars

We stand on the mountain, hear the wild birds call, the big and small, the short and tall

Everybody's wondering, as the sky begins its thundering

Will we ever find a way to stare a hole through that wall

Separating people from their piece of mind, promising the sinners that they've been so Blind

Orchestrating conflict as the years unwind, shoring up the fortresses we hide behind

We cannot comprehend the dues we're forced to pay, we kneel and pray, for the Judgment day

Warmth, love, and compassion always seem O.K. unless there's someone standing in The way