CRUSH

My soul is bright deep inside the Wall
There's everything big, and almost nothing small
Homes of love, roofs of passion, a mind that glows
Behind the Wall of ice that never thaws

The gardens of my city are dry and cold
A tender hand is for them to hold
But no tender hand could never come
Those hands can't break my Wall's stone.

Signs of waving and spring in my soul
Can make the wall somewhat thaw
Just feel the moment and it will be woken
The crack in the wall that is sometimes open

Pass thru it and all the lights turn on
Water my gardens and watch the blossom
For you Fabulous the wall will crush
and enjoy to see my gardens flush