Your Wall and my Hill
Building a wall in our hearts can only lead to it crumbling.
A wall in your heart, stone turns to sand,
Breaking to pieces there in your hand.
Squeeze it so tight, to form it as whole,
Build it from granite there in your soul.
Mold it, mend it, it doesn’t' quite matter,
Fold it, bend it, it never will shatter,
Crush it to dust, you never can kill,
You stand on your wall, I'll stand on my hill......
Breaking to pieces there in your hand.
Squeeze it so tight, to form it as whole,
Build it from granite there in your soul.
Mold it, mend it, it doesn’t' quite matter,
Fold it, bend it, it never will shatter,
Crush it to dust, you never can kill,
You stand on your wall, I'll stand on my hill......
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