the wall..
(by pocket)

when did you start building it?
that wall he hides behind?
you've tempered it so carefully
not a crack that i can find

you must have worked so very hard
to guard him from the pain
and although i cannot find him now
my search is not in vain

cuz sometimes when i listen
my ear upon the ground
you'll say something just like him
that old familiar sound

that ring of trust
and hope
and dreaming
the sounds my brother made
before you built that wall around him
and swallowed him in shade

and sometimes, if i look hard enough
i swear that i can see
hidden deep within you
that shining star he used to be

my heart will race
my hopes will rise
even gloom begins to die
cuz for a stolen moment
i saw my brother in your eyes

but in a flash.. it's over
as quickly as it began

the wall is up..

the curtain drawn..



you've hidden him again...