I need to raise these walls up
Right now I am the only one in the town
The walls blocking out all the crowds
Who do I turn to when tears wash away the colours?
I hate what it takes, the effort and time to make them see who I am.
The street is a reminder, a reminder of the past
A past that is strong, and can’t be escaped from
Crying tears that wash away the colours
I look around my walls still strong, no one here to turn to
I need to raise the walls up, to let someone in
It’s not safe anymore even with the warning.
To many stand waiting to get through the walls
To slip in when I fall when I break when I can’t take no more
Lurking in the shadows to watch the misery I feel
The hands gently stroking, imitating caring
The nails digging up, mocking laughter all around
The walls slam back down, there is no escaping for me
If the walls rise up, the haters get in
Their nails digging deep, the laughter tormenting me
My only escape is the walls I built protecting me
So when the crying starts and tears wash away colours
Who do I turn to?