They stand on the other side,

of this wall I have built.

I don’t know what lead them there,

maybe it’s guilt.

Regardless my heart pounds,

from the other side.

Wanting to tear it down,

choosing to hide.

To reach through, shows weakness,

a single crack, and it could break.

Reaching forward, pulling back.

Which choice should I make?

Each time I think of you,

that little girl comes back.

That one you tossed into,

a world so black.

To tear down this wall,

means letting you win.

Not sure I’m willing to lose,

to the two of you again.