Walls make shapes, they are free to divide and lockout
This wall makes shapes of sadness, that's created by the insanity called war
This living wall is the strong sensation of d**h
What happened, what was there and trace the things might happened
This wall was born from the pain, anger and guiltiness
This wall honors the sons, the husbands and the fathers who used to be
Pictures, letters, poems, orders upon honors and devotions, teddy bears, flower bouquet, tears, tears and tears
Our hearts and existences move back and forth between yesterday and tomorrow
What are we really?
The answer is what we have been and what we will be doing
It's in past and future
There is a half gla** of water
You say, "only a half"
I say, "still plenty of half left"
I pray for people never forget about the endless division called war by this wall
How much did you make this world happy with the way you do?
How many more people must be k**ed to send you to heaven?
I pray for people never forget about the endless division called war by this wall
I think, may be it's not too late