Story: The Word That Built a Wall
Verse 1
A feeling came softly
before it had a name
then the mind walked in quickly
with a label and a frame
it said, “This is my sorrow”
it said, “This is my fear”
and a small word built a person
standing separate over here
Chorus
The words build walls
the words make rooms
the words plant gardens
the words dig tombs
say “mine” and the world
gathers round a little me
say “this” and the door
opens quietly
Verse 2
A tightness in the morning
became “my anxious life”
a memory in the body
became an old wound’s knife
a thought about tomorrow
became a future I must win
and the present turned to labour
for the one who lives within
Chorus
The words build walls
the words make rooms
the words light candles
the words spread gloom
say “should” and the heart
splits in two somehow
say “here” and the body
comes back into now
Bridge
No need to hate the language
no need to lose the tongue
no need to speak in riddles
or leave the songs unsung
just notice what is woven
when the sentence starts to spin
does it open into seeing
or lock the old self in?
Verse 3
The mower broke the silence
so the mind said, “This is wrong”
then sound was only sound again
not enemy, not song
the cup was just a colour
the hands were simply hands
and the word “me” lost its kingdom
when no one took its stand
Final Chorus
The words build walls
the words make rooms
the words call springtime
the words predict doom
say “mine” and the world
gathers round a little me
say “this” and the door
opens quietly
Outro
Before the name
before the claim
before the old familiar frame
This breath
this sound
this life unbound
The words may come
the words may go
but this is here
before they know
