Hard it must be
To give a man back his heart.
For these unpenetrable self-built walls
Are coated crimson red.
Bloodstained with broken hopes
And broken dreams.

Strong a love must it be
To burrow through this protective barrier.
Protection from pain and heartache.
However, this hard-earned safety
Does carry an expensive toll.
For not only does it torture
At bay hold but as well the cure.

Though the heart still seeks
For passion and love.
And the soul still searches
For completion.
Within the walls of solitude
The cries for a companion
Ring on no ears to answer.

The pleas for tenderness are
But whispers in a roaring crowd.
And so the man's hollow journey
Continues for a day more.
As he prays that his true love
Can hear the faint whispers of a fool.