Over and over, I try to surpass the brick wall,
that you have so callously put before me.
But with every hit of chisel and hammer,
a brick falls, and I encounter a piece of your heart.
The thought of that brick wall falling,
is the only thought that keeps my hammer swinging.
Ultimately, I will not fail,
for my hammer and chisel will never be frail.
Suddenly, the wall of protection begins to sway,
for I am swinging in dismay.
Eagerly, I knock down the wall,
that kept you from being enthralled,
by the love,
that I have recalled.