“I’m gonna tear down those walls,” he whispered

and I wanted to shout.

I’m tired of being restricted and oppressed– beyond my control

I lust for freedom to explode like a cannon ball.

“I’m gonna to tear down those walls,” he teased

and I wanted to burst.

I’m made stronger when tossed and turned

within a swelling storm–spurred to hold on.

Tear down these walls and build again in soil firmer

and more fertile than ever before.

After the seventh time, Jericho fell to the ground.

But I only need one ride on this merry-go-round

to shout…

and have these walls come tumbling down.

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