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Wednesday, 17 June 2009
The Wall
The Wall, the other side, the barbed wire protecting us.
The enemy, the others, the bad things they do they tell us.
On the inside we are safe, we’re not hurt if we are here.
Come back inside, into the warm, away from those we have to fear.
The view that’s blocked, the voices we sometimes hear.
The sky that is serrated, the danger we are sometimes near.
The games we play so close to it, the call back which we obey.
We wait for its tearing down, we dream of that day.
And on the other side they laugh and play.
They seem to taunt us with their shrieking.
But we’re ok this side, we’re right and just.
We have our own havoc we could be wrieking.
It’s cracking now - this wall’s unstable.
I feel it less and less of a certainty.
I scrape and scrape and what do I make?
A hole where I can see to infinity.
They pull me from it, my eye leaves my porthole.
They tell me I’m bad and wrong for doing so.
To teach me a lesson they push me right up to it.
They tell me there is nothing out there I should know.
I’m pushed and shoved against this wall.
They turn me so my back’s upon it.
I should listen to them, my friends, my companions.
This is my home, where I belong, where I fit.
As they’re called back inside, I’m left out alone.
Looking up at the wall, my little hole – por fin.
All along I viewed the barbed wire to keep them out.
Little did I know it was to keep me in.
The enemy, the others, the bad things they do they tell us.
On the inside we are safe, we’re not hurt if we are here.
Come back inside, into the warm, away from those we have to fear.
The view that’s blocked, the voices we sometimes hear.
The sky that is serrated, the danger we are sometimes near.
The games we play so close to it, the call back which we obey.
We wait for its tearing down, we dream of that day.
And on the other side they laugh and play.
They seem to taunt us with their shrieking.
But we’re ok this side, we’re right and just.
We have our own havoc we could be wrieking.
It’s cracking now - this wall’s unstable.
I feel it less and less of a certainty.
I scrape and scrape and what do I make?
A hole where I can see to infinity.
They pull me from it, my eye leaves my porthole.
They tell me I’m bad and wrong for doing so.
To teach me a lesson they push me right up to it.
They tell me there is nothing out there I should know.
I’m pushed and shoved against this wall.
They turn me so my back’s upon it.
I should listen to them, my friends, my companions.
This is my home, where I belong, where I fit.
As they’re called back inside, I’m left out alone.
Looking up at the wall, my little hole – por fin.
All along I viewed the barbed wire to keep them out.
Little did I know it was to keep me in.
You're only hiding
I think you must be hiding.
I still feel like you’re here.
Like you’re still working hard
And we all say we’ll see each other next year.
But they tell me something different.
I’ve seen it all down in writing.
But you’re still giving me make-up tips.
I guess you’re just hiding.
Do you remember when you dressed me up?
When we sat together at Leavers Dinner?
There were plenty of other tables.
But ours was reserved for winners.
Hey I guess I should tell you what I'm up to now.
Like my boyfriend and I are still fighting.
But I can’t seem to find you.
I know, you’re still hiding.
You fascinated me with your eagerness.
With your insights into the world we live in.
What am I supposed to look up to now?
A photograph up on the wall with a pin?
You still exist, you haven't gone.
I know because I thought I saw you yesterday.
You were in line at the supermarket.
But when you turned it wasn't you, a different face.
I crossed the road and thought of you.
I stopped singing in my head and heard things.
The birds, the cars, I smelt the grass.
That's how I know you're only hiding.
I guess we all have to carry on.
We all still dream of what might be.
You were a friend, a sister, daughter.
I knew you as Ve.
I still feel like you’re here.
Like you’re still working hard
And we all say we’ll see each other next year.
But they tell me something different.
I’ve seen it all down in writing.
But you’re still giving me make-up tips.
I guess you’re just hiding.
Do you remember when you dressed me up?
When we sat together at Leavers Dinner?
There were plenty of other tables.
But ours was reserved for winners.
Hey I guess I should tell you what I'm up to now.
Like my boyfriend and I are still fighting.
But I can’t seem to find you.
I know, you’re still hiding.
You fascinated me with your eagerness.
With your insights into the world we live in.
What am I supposed to look up to now?
A photograph up on the wall with a pin?
You still exist, you haven't gone.
I know because I thought I saw you yesterday.
You were in line at the supermarket.
But when you turned it wasn't you, a different face.
I crossed the road and thought of you.
I stopped singing in my head and heard things.
The birds, the cars, I smelt the grass.
That's how I know you're only hiding.
I guess we all have to carry on.
We all still dream of what might be.
You were a friend, a sister, daughter.
I knew you as Ve.
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