Every day a wall is being built up, a wall of fear.
It’s getting bigger and full of darkness,
It’s getting full of pain and sorrows,
The wall is growing, little by little.
I choose to build this wall so that I can be safer.
A soul always hides its true colours.
I will still smile and laugh
But the troubles are mine to keep.
A pen and paper will be there,
Because that’s where I can be me.