Wooden Walls
Wooden walls that stretch and span
a distance to enclose,
Imprison eyes that weep with want,
for freedom of their woes.
How hard it is to pass them by,
and feel their begging glance.
Their weary heads rest on the edge.
So long they hold their stance.
Oh damn, I curse those wooden walls,
that join a bolted gate,
Where every day is quite the same
locked in their hopeless fate.
Though who am I to aid their cause;
I really have no right,
Yet maybe when the evening falls,
I'll free them both tonight...
...Yes, I'll free them both tonight!
Wooden walls that stretch and span
a distance to enclose,
Imprison eyes that weep with want,
for freedom of their woes.
How hard it is to pass them by,
and feel their begging glance.
Their weary heads rest on the edge.
So long they hold their stance.
Oh damn, I curse those wooden walls,
that join a bolted gate,
Where every day is quite the same
locked in their hopeless fate.
Though who am I to aid their cause;
I really have no right,
Yet maybe when the evening falls,
I'll free them both tonight...
...Yes, I'll free them both tonight!
