I'm not ready yet.
There are stone walls,
brick walls,
walls of plaster,
walls of wood,
And yet,
ultimately,
the walls that hurt us most
are walls we build for ourselves.
Walls of fear
walls of denial
walls where we can see
but cannot hear.
We built them,
stone by stone,
and we can take them down,
brick by brick.
But that wall,
that wall,
that wall in our way,
will never come down.
The time comes
for that wall to come down
and I say,
"I'm not ready yet."
I'm not ready
to leave the shadow
of that wall
that keeps me in the dark.
I'm not ready
to hear the truth
of what I see
from behind my wall.
And so that wall stays
and so I wonder
what if ...,
what if the wall had come down.
The sun is setting
and the question hangs in the air
just barely
my last chance already fading.
And still
and always
"I'm not ready yet."
brick walls,
walls of plaster,
walls of wood,
And yet,
ultimately,
the walls that hurt us most
are walls we build for ourselves.
Walls of fear
walls of denial
walls where we can see
but cannot hear.
We built them,
stone by stone,
and we can take them down,
brick by brick.
But that wall,
that wall,
that wall in our way,
will never come down.
The time comes
for that wall to come down
and I say,
"I'm not ready yet."
I'm not ready
to leave the shadow
of that wall
that keeps me in the dark.
I'm not ready
to hear the truth
of what I see
from behind my wall.
And so that wall stays
and so I wonder
what if ...,
what if the wall had come down.
The sun is setting
and the question hangs in the air
just barely
my last chance already fading.
And still
and always
"I'm not ready yet."