I have come to a wall – I found joy.
A canvas. At last. A place to play.
It’s not a sad place – it is a toy,
A challenge to make me want to stay.
But first I must defuse these old bombs
Our misery’s tradition brought us –
That treated walls as if they were tombs
And think that only death has sought us
Out. But what of life within this wall?
All dreary clouds bring in living rain.
We gets to stand with every fall,
And more joy from life can follow pain.
I have come to this wall and found joy
In defusing all tradition’s bombs
And finding life, not death in these walls.
I want joy, not bombs, from every wall.