Yet again,the wall is crumbling;
The monster looks up from its lair,
Willing itself to break free;
Willing itself to dream, to dare.
The fear of losing,still tries to grip,
tries to restrain,tries to keep.
The call to rise falters once, remembering the times of past despair.
The broken heart,the soul laid bare.
Then an adage from time afar;
Starts to say,
Starts to intone, starts to chime.
Don’t give up,don’t lose hope;
Not this time,not this time.
