All Fall Down

The feet of a fleet of Angels stand by me.

A mighty brick wall stands unwilling to fall.

How long must I wait for freedom to be?

Echoing voices in my head, my self stolen.

My self you may soon see,

is fallen begging to be free.

 

From my face,

to my hands.

On my knees,

to my feet.

I am Standing!

 

Still Shaken.

My father sees me.

His voice thundered.

I never wondered,

why the wall came crumbaling down.

I can not frown.

For he wears the crown.

The wall stood no chance.

With Just a glance all fall down.