The Wall
We haven't spoken in so long
The wall has been built up
Big and strong.
But now I'm reaching to You
And I feel no sign coming.
Is the wall too high,
Can you see me?
Do You realize I need a guide?
I've been gone so long, I hid.
But now I'm here
I need a sign.
I'm reaching up to You
Please hear my cries.
Now I realize all the pain inside
Now I know what it feels like...
To have light, but also hear nothing.
Copyright © Isioma West | Year Posted 2011
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