The walls collapsing inwards as I ran
Making chaos of the once loved home
I feared to look or write with my dear pen
By two created, now remains just one
And as I sat I heard my own voice moan
My walls collapsing inwards, I was done
Yet now the fighting and the sorting won
I’m feeling joyful as I labour on
I feared to look, or write with my dear pen
From all the suffering ,mourning , the mayhem
The grieving long through woodland wild to roam
Not to see that Jericho has come
Who shall grieve the least, the lion, the lamb?
Is there competition in our groans?
The walls are cracking like old window panes
Human hearts feel like cold wet limestone
When we weep they soften like old bones
I felt the walls collapsing inwards killing men
I dared to look ,I saw my love was gone
How my heart sings 