Within the walls that you keep building,
somewhere there must lie a heart.
A heart of stone or a heart of love?
Are the walls that you built
to keep something in,
or to keep something out,
or are you not sure.
The question then must be;
why do you build these walls?
Walls keep out the hurt, but stop you geting the love you thirst...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've been asking myself that for about thirty years now and wrote 'WALLS' myself two days ago.....Yours is different though and it's so well expressed....I know why I build mine, even than I still ask why.... Sometimes they keep pain out but unfortunately at times they keep it IN..! ! ! ! ~~marci.xo~~