Walls

He erects tall walls around his heart
whenever he gets mad.
And it's hard for him to let me in
though hurting him makes me sad.

It's so much easier to make a mistake
now that I've said "I do".
There are so many rules to marriage,
and I only comprehend a few.

I always try to do what's right,
but when his eyes grow cold
I know that he's erected the walls
that keep his heart enclosed.

I wish he'd let them down a bit,
send a little smile my way.
Because then I could rest easier.
That's how I know we'll be okay.