The Wall
One day it will arrive
And for that day I'll strive
When your words no longer sting
I'll learn again to sing
When from your hand
I no longer cower
It's then that you will not have the power
When your voice I no longer hear
It's then I will be free from the fear
Until then I will wait
Wasted love turns to hate
And many tears will fall
As I painfully build
The wall
Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016
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