There is a place beside a wall
that's built for you and me—
a narrow ledge designed by all
who view humanity.
From day to day we climb the wall
and stand that all may see:
we've paid our due: we're here to view:
as them: insanity.
Some climb in pain, some climb alone,
some run, some fall, some stand—
still every day, we make our way
unto this fateful land—
Deep within a poet’s soul
is hatred for the wall
created in the minds of men
existing from the fall.
Though here, in rapt attention
we listen for some sound:
a clearer voice, a certain call
to turn our world around.
Till one sweet day a bell rings true ,
and you and I are free
to break the tie; report a high
that lives on Calvary:
A different tune—a sweet refrain—
a chord, a note, then seas
carrying souls beyond their goals
in wondrous rhapsody.
The wall will fall as hearts lift all
and boundaries drift away—
beyond the ledge into the edge
of glorious sun filled days.
Dreams we've known since ages gone—
places longed to be—
heights unknown with loves begone—
This note, this tune, this song we sing
will come when hearts sink low—
when none can see beyond the sea
of sorrow in their soul.
So walk my friend, press on, press on—
through pain, through hope, through fears—
We'll hear the call that comes to all
who walk beyond their years.