The Wall

by Amanda Sloan   Jul 22, 2004


Tonight i lay and sit and stare at this wall that is now becoming bare. I've searched it through and through hoping that in it I'd find a piece of you. Anything you might have left behind, and while i sit and lie I've realized that nothing has been left, and everything has been kept. The wall's been split down the middle, far from each other they'll stay and each day slowly crumble away. A separation had to be made for one had to say that the wall couldn't stay. It was brought down without want but need, that possibly it would be rebuilt stronger and soon God willingly.

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