Work It All Out

This wall seems so high And it goes on forever. Can’t get over or, by Hook or by crook, Around it. My fevered forehead, Pressed to the cool surface, Can almost feel the dead Hopes and dreams I left On the other side. This life seems so long And it goes on forever. Either weak or strong, It all comes out In the end. I’m burning up, I’m burning down The house that holds My doubts and fears. No longer will I hide The light I hold inside, I’d hidden it for years. This wall is so small And it goes from here to there Hardly anywhere. And nothing can keep me, Not even me, from the Hopes and dreams that Keep me alive. I don’t confuse Joy and sorrow. They’re mine to choose. This life doesn’t end Tomorrow. I’ve got time enough to say I’m sorry And work it all out.