The Walls That Fall

Everyone has their dreams,
everyone has something besides the facts,
as every bodies wishing for something better,
we (the people) only know that we hide from that!

As the walls are falling,
as the walls start to crack,
my mother tells me of those happy things,
she tells me about my thoughts to that.

That thing unknown,
that way of show,
what will we know?
If we don't let it go!

Our minds I say,
open up your self,
because a child doesn't know!
until he or she ask of something, what?