I build a wall around me,
That no one else can see.
A wall built high and strong,
To keep me from all wrong.

Each time I'm hurt, higher it goes,
How high it goes, nobody knows.
The only worry that I can see,
Is that eventually it will fall on me.

I start the process of dismantling it,
Piece by piece and bit by bit.
To take a chance on love again,
And hope that this time around I win.

© 1998 Deanna Henderson.