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Tearing Down the Walls

I heard a sound outside today, a thousand voices, all the same, 

That cried in vain but can’t explain the reason why they all complain. 

You live among the plastic people, population plain and simple, 

Turning with the curve. Shutting out the windows of the world 

I find so incomplete, where every chess piece that I meet, 

Will set the record on repeat and matter not at all. 

So, save the fables I’ve been told I’m headed for the open road, 

And going where they’re tearing down the walls. 

All along the wind was talking, passed aside a sobbing nothing, 

With his heart taped on his sleeve, said he has the things I need. 

Bad disguise, but good advice, he said think twice next time you

swipe a woman off her feet.

She may just fall flat on her face, all painted white, not quite all right,

there’s more to life than that one night when Cinderella left you at the ball. 

So, here’s a lesson in confession, maybe I just need attention, 

Take me where they’re tearing down the walls. 

Where the armies can't surrender, writing up the final stanza, 

Sits the chief commander, with a hidden agenda. 

In the backward image of a prince who reigned on high in ignorance 

While pushing doomsday buttons making puppets out of husbands.

Then he said “The glass may be half empty, and these days I’m always thirsty. 

Oxygen’s a taste I can’t recall.” 

While dodging every sidewalk crack, I gave him my reflection back to 

Take him where they’re tearing down the walls. 

Far away where moonlight curls, there danced a ruby peasant girl 

Who had a passive style, with a Mona Lisa smile. 

And that Sunday skirt she liked to wear that made the preacher’s stop and stare. 

It sure confused her brother, and her father never loved her. 

She turned to me while I played dumb and kissed me with a poison tongue. 

She melted as my innocence dissolved. 

I'm sorry but I've gotta go, the thrill of young loves getting old.

You’ll find out when they’re tearing down the walls. 

The nylon maps beneath the floor that led me to the castle door 

Made up of thorns and briars, where the wasted time expires. 

In a throne room taken from a dream, they executed kings and queens 

for changing all their minds and filling up the caskets with their crimes against humanity. 

They begged for me to set them free. 

I handed them a guillotine that whistles when it falls. 

I thanked them for my phony eyes, I bluffed my hand and said goodbye 

And headed where they’re tearing down the walls. 

When the hours meet the minutes, seconds 'til I finally finish 

Traveling and tracing when I reached my destination. 

There were figures standing by the gate. I realized I’d arrived too late. 

They waited for me as I screamed, the prince, the peasant, king and queen. 

And then of course the sobbing nothing, manifesting into something, 

thus, destroying everything that could have been resolved. 

The seasons changed, the wind got colder, but I said we’re starting over, 

Then I set to tearing down the walls. 

So, if you want to' see some progress, kindly disregard your logic, 

Take me where they’re tearing down the walls. 

Take me where they’re tearing down the walls.