WALLS OF THE SOUL

[Verse 1] Between barbed wires that scratch the soul, Insecurity crawls, a silence that swallows whole. They carve faint wounds, scars on the heart, Invisible shackles that tear us apart. [Verse 2] Walls of cold mortar, built with spite, They choke the light, multiply pain’s night. Stones whisper low: “No room here for love, For hope or for laughter—no flight, no dove.” [Chorus] Walls of dried tears, Hold secrets and wounds that burn. At their peak, tales of lonely years, Knots untied where hearts adjourn. [Bridge] Bricks don’t feel, don’t bend, don’t ache, Their chill is the echo of souls that break. Between bars and grates, passions fade, And “I want you” turns to dust in the shade. [Outro – Hopeful Build] But some still tear the stones apart, Swap cement for flowers, fences for ivy’s art. For every wall, no matter how tall, Was built by hands—and hands can make them fall...