Secrets Behind The Wall

Secrets

Behind the Wall

Behind the wall, where none can see, Lies a world of mystery and deceit, Where truth and lies are indistinguishable, And hope and despair are both conceivable.

The wall is tall and strong and old, Its secrets deep and dark and cold, It stands between the known and unknown, A barrier to both friend and foe.

Behind the wall, the air is thick, With whispers, secrets, and dreams so slick, The light is dim, and the shadows are long, Where the echoes of past sorrows prolong.

Behind the wall, the people hide, Their fears and desires collide, They watch the world with cautious eyes, And speak in muffled, hushed-up cries.

Behind the wall, the walls are thin, As though the people trapped within Might hear the outside world's din, And know that life is not all sin.

Behind the wall, the colors fade, As though the light is too afraid To shine upon the darkness there, And expose the world's hidden lair.

Behind the wall, the silence reigns, As though the very air contains A whisper of some great unknown, Which keeps the world within its throne.

Behind the wall, the past is stored, As though some secrets might be hoarded, And kept in safety, deep and sound, Where none might know the truth unfound.

Behind the wall, the future waits, As though some new and brighter fate Might one day come to set them free, And let them be what they might be.

Behind the wall, the time stands still, As though the world had lost its will, To turn the wheel and spin the thread, Which might have led them from their dread.

Behind the wall, the heart beats slow, As though the pain might overflow, And burst the walls that keep them bound, And let their souls once more be found.

Behind the wall, the people cry, As though they longed to touch the sky, And know the joy that might be theirs, If only they could break the snares.

Behind the wall, the world is small, As though it might not matter at all, And yet within its narrow bounds, Are hidden depths that might astound.

Behind the wall, the hope still burns, As though some light might yet return, And guide them to a brighter day, Where life might find its own new way.

Behind the wall, the heart beats on, As though some new and brighter dawn, Might yet arise and set them free, To be what they were meant to be.

Behind the wall, the truth awaits, As though some great and noble fate, Might yet arise and set them free, To live the life they long to be.