Can't Talk To The Wall And Get Answers Poem by Mark Heathcote

You can build a house with bricks.
But you can't talk to the wall and get answers.
You can't possibly get any reassurances.
Especially if a fire enters these closed quarters

You can plea call down into the dungeons
Of your demons restless in your mind
Help me out; give me courage - today.
Darling, I want to rage tonight.

Darling, you burst my eardrums tonight.
Darling, I'm defenceless tonight.
But I'll still put up a hell of a fight tonight.
Just -to prove I'm always right when I'm wrong.

I can build a house and a home brick by brick.
But you can blow it all down, I guess.
My insecurity is the litmus test.
But I can't possibly be right, darling, all the time.
Because I can see you hurt tonight.
Especially if a fire enters these closed quarters
And you don't get any adequate answers.

Oh, I can plea call down into the dungeons
Of my demons restless in my mind
But they won't help me hold on to your love.
Lord, help me out. Give me courage - today.
Darling, I want to hold a dove in my hands tonight.

But darling, you burst my eardrums tonight.
Darling, I'm defenceless tonight.
But I'll still put up a hell of a fight tonight.
Just -to prove I'm always right when I'm wrong.
The one you came to in trust.
And burn your wings into dust.