Across the wall

My name is patience ... though of which i bare none
I live in a small shack ... with a small family beneath a shadowed sun

My days have been all the same ... they've interested no one
The only attention i got was from the bugs infesting our little farm

Many Sleepless Nights have passed ...gazing at the sky
Across a tainted window pane ... which simply defines my life

A Gray fallen wall ...made out of bricks and hay
surrounds my little world ... in which i'll eventually fade

My world is small you see ... enough for a day or two
The rest of which just withers ... while looking for a spot to bloom

I've made the best of it all ... within that fallen wall
Many time i've leant against it ... and wodered if it might fall

untill that day a sparrow fell upon it ... and a brick came falling down
it fell upon the damp grass ... with a silence so profound

i approached that fallen brick with anxious yet cautious steps
it just lay there peacefully ...separated from its kin

i couldn't help but wonder if there were any more surprises that were resting there
so i grabbed ...and flung it ...towards the wall again

it split up in two ...and fell where i'd had picked it up
inside there was simply nothing ... so i hoped another try might make the change

i flung one of the pieces against the wall the again
nothing was there inside it ... and so ...i tried again

untill the smallest piece was carried by the wind
i leaned against the wall ... and wondered where the sparrow went

maybe he'll be here tomorrow ... maybe another brick shall fall again
maybe i'll live to see ..the last brick fall off the wall

or maybe ....there's no use waiting ... the wall wasn't meant to fall