i graduated

  
 
its the wall  
      deeply founded and well preserved  
      each brick laid with such great misery  
      a shelter, a cover, a shield  
      nothing you could foresee  
      or do to prepare  
      for it was born in me  
      the way i am to be.  
   
   
      the time came  
      the wall stood its ground  
      all i could do was make sound after  
      sound-  
              
   
      we made wish after wish  
      and i,  
      promise after promise  
      but no longer were we to prevail  
      the moments        
      they turned only into living hell.