These walls sit in front of me br Bare white walls br One wall intrigues the mind br Chipping white paint br This wall calls to me br I sit and look at this wall br 'What is do I seek from this wall' br This wall shows nothing yet so much br br Figures move on the wall br Screams of despair erupt br Making you wonder br 'What the hell? ' br A figure strikes out upon me br A red glare is all I see br Looking at the figure more br Watching it's ever move br While he watches mine br br Walking closer to the wall br I touch it br The figure sneers br While painful memories br Fill my mind br wars and battles br Death and despair br br The figure looks and writes on the wall br 'Living in this wall has made me know br That without a home the wall stands tall br No joy in the wall can be seen br But walls are for standing not for feeling.