Tested by the Fiery Furnaces of my heart
Exposed to Coldness that rips relations apart
I built these walls, those that would hold
Against all intruders, the mighty and the bold
I had wanted to test those-far and near
For those whom my soul would hold dear
Wanted to see who among all that I knew
Cared enough to try and come charging through
Short was my patience,but the wait was shorter
For within minutes I heard that unmistakable patter
Of nails and chisels chipping rythmically away
As I waited to see whose form emerged this way
The first signs of a tiny opening were forming
And a voice came through them sweet and pleading
It said, "I may not make it there to be with you
But while I try let my words comfort you"
And these walls I had built to withstand all
Crumpled all around me-a befitting fall
