These Walls Poem by Rodney Dufault

Just when I think I know it all something always makes me humble.
I have to tear down all these walls before they slowly crumble.
I was in the dark for the long haul but I no longer want to fumble,
I know now it was the wrong call, please forgive me and let me love you.

I am sorry but this is what happens to people when you push and shove them,
when you put things like money, drugs and sex so high up there above them.
Nobody listens to the things people say so they never are discovering
the things inside their very souls that will make you want to love them.

I am different, I listen to everyone even with these problems of my own,
guess how much of that same respect have I been ever shown?
I am just a crazy man and I make my problems overblown,
with that in mind, what good am I, what good could I have ever known?

I have fought everything since I have been up out of my stasis,
there is a good reason me and the devil were on a first name basis.
I hated this entire world and I never, ever wanted to face it.
But I found Heaven in the family that I created to replace it.

Even that I have found to be something of a task.
I had a child stolen from me and I thought I would never last,
but realised the amount of pain that I could handle was so vast,
and I hope my daughter can be as strong when she thinks about her past.

My father lost his first daughter too so you know it had to fill me
with thoughts 'I'm just like him' and 'Won't somebody just please kill me.'
I am so lucky to have a wife like mine or I know that I would still be
lost on this earth with a heart that could not nor would not still beat.

But I got a second chance and with a heavy heart I took it,
and found something there inside me, so small I almost overlooked it.
It has been nine years now and my son Maximillian is such a good kid.
I have always had a good heart, just back then they all mistook it.

I have had to fight for everything and if I truly want it, have had to take it.
I honestly thought that there should be another way to make it.
I still know there is, that is why I feel this way and can not shake it.
I have tried to hide this feeling but no longer can I fake it.

I admire the people (not me) who love their fathers and their mothers,
like my son who lets us know that he is always thinking of us.
I want all of my people back, mostly my daughter and my brothers,
and to tell the truth (I always do) really not too many others.

I have tried to keep this clean and am about to now explode,
because keeping it all inside is such a very lonely road.
But I am not going to hide, I will just let it overflow,
but I will save that for the next rhyme, next time I am just letting go.

Just when I think I know it all something always makes me humble.
I have to tear down all these walls before they slowly crumble.
I was in the dark for the long haul but I no longer want to fumble,
I know now it was the wrong call, please forgive me and let me love you.