There are giant stone walls that separate us.
They’re six feet thick and six feet high.
They form a box and close you in,
on top and bottom and every side.
I’m not the one who built these walls.
They were built by no other hand
than yours; you are responsible
for this scar upon the land.
You built these walls up brick by brick,
painfully, hour by hour.
You built them to hide from the light of day
and from the Sun’s revealing power.
You sit there lonely, in the dark.
You try to control your world,
but a world that fits inside a box
is dark, and cruel, and cold.
I knock upon the bricks sometimes,
to see if you’re still alive,
but you take offense and yell at me;
at least I know you’re inside.
I talk to the false front you’ve put up;
we’re what you’d call good friends,
but I see right through your puppet’s guise;
I see you deep down in.
Once, I tried to dig under the wall.
Turns out, you were prepared.
The bricks that you have carefully placed,
are thick even deep down there.
I try to chip at the hard, stone walls,
but your puppet gets in the way.
It laughs, and calls, and tries to distract me
from showing you the light of day.
You mock the light from inside your cell.
“I haven’t seen it, so it’s not there!”
Of course you haven’t; you’re in a box,
it’s always dark in there.
I wish I could just show you light.
It gives us joy and life.
But you stubbornly stay inside your box;
your prison of pain and strife.
When I tell you of light, you mock me.
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard!”
Well, it seems to me that burying yourself alive,
is even more absurd.
The Sun loves you, child of darkness.
Come out into the light.
He asks you to take down your walls.
Emerge from endless night!
For light is what gives us life;
you’re wasting away in that abyss.
Light shows us how things are,
showing the truth of all that is.
It is only in light that we can see.
In darkness, all is wrong.
Listen, He’s calling for you!
But through your walls, you can’t hear His song.
I once lived in darkness as you,
but now I live in the Sun.
He gives me abundant joy and life.
Won’t you come unto the One?
For once, I was deaf as you were.
Once, I was blind as could be.
But He knocked down my feeble construction
and in His presence, I could hear and see!
Tonight, I’ll knock upon your wall;
Know that He’ll be knocking, too.
Listen to Him as I call.
I will not give up on you.