My Wall
Way up high, I build this wall,
Higher and higher, I build it tall.
I build my wall to keep it all out,
Every single piece of doubt,
The doubt I have about all my fears,
The fears that cause me all these tears.
The world is such a drowning place,
These walls we build as we fall from grace.
All that we face every day,
So we build our walls to keep the pain away.
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2018
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