I don’t think that they say it out of spite

Standing on the wrong side of the Wall
I hear friends call  me from the other side
Oh,get over it
Oh, Why do folk make such a silly call
I am tall  but need ladders beside
I can’t get over it
The Wall is   more than  fifty feet in height
I  don’t see a foothold anywhere
To get over it
I don’t think that they say it out of spite
Do they forget  the guards are armed  like bears.
We can’t get over it
Are we lingering where we hear their words
Perhaps we should remain  in our despair
Not get over it.
If only I were winged like a bird
I’d  find it easier and fair
To get over it
But we are grounded on this  puzzled earth
We may have tools but will they be enough
To get over it?
Loss is with us  like to  our own birth
We’ve sailed where seas are tricky,dark and rough
Now we walk  upon the humble  earth
Don’t tell us  that we’re   able,strong and tough
Recognise our value and our worth
And live with it