Wailing Wall

If they did know how much I hated them

They would not seek me out to be their friend

And I as utter isolation found

Would be content in water till I drown

And wake the dead from underneath the seas

And swim them up from all of their disease

And on and on the tide would flow and flow

And on and on, would flow and flow and flow

And ice and rain and snow and snow and snow

Would wash me over in that flow, that flow

If Chopin watched me listen to his prose

Jump up and down those keys and keys and notes, 

He'd see me cry and mist and tear and tense

Within my stable kept behind the fence

And I would let those tears just flow and flow

If he could only know, if he could only know.

If stars could breath me in as I breath them

They'd taste a bit of their own sweet heaven

And swallow dust of bone and flesh and mind

And heart and soul and all that them does bind.

And heart and light would travel on and on

Together through infinity's beyond.

And all is well, and all is well, and all

Is well and well while Wailing at the Wall.