The Wall

I shall beat my head against the wall Until the moment that I die. Or until the wall does fall Then beside it I will sit and cry. Then on another wall I must beat my head, Until I just cant stand the pain Then you will understand what I have said My loss; will be your gain. And on that wall will be my blood And there it will always stay, Mixed with the stone it will be the mud And like my pain it wont wash away. I will pound my head against the wall Until the moment that I am dead And only then, will I stand tall Because then will my anguish will be fed. As I hold no sorrows or remorse So much pain that I will release As this is my only course And only you this action will it please. I will pound my head against the wall Until the moment that I am dead And from the wall my blood will fall In remembrance of the words I have said. Then the world will know that I died that day As my soul will be all that will be left And in your mind to GOD you will here me pray, As my destiny, has then been set. I will pound my head against this wall Don't you know that I am dying Then one day, this time you will recall As you will know that I never was lying. My blood will be kept on this old stone wall And there for you it will always stay And only then will this man stand tall Because then you will understand what I did say. Now only GOD can hear what I am crying From the actions that I did or even say Upon this wall please know I was only trying But until then, it will remind you of myself everyday. Randy L. McClave