Staring at the wall the opposition rearranging bricks are breaking the foundation is changing sinking in the softness that was an anchor when it wanted to rise The winds are backing the weight is harder to maintain without the lift the boat's adrift and filling up with rain I can't fight the tide shifting how I feel inside And I can't stop the rain disaster approaches the count down has begun The wall is crumbling piece by piece it's crashing down no time for lone-ly-ness this is my only chance I will break free when the rubble rearranges. When the rubble rearranges my way will become When the rubble rearranges The chains will be undone I will soar higher than before not left behind not far ahead rising above it all instead when the rubble rearranges.
