PherBuild the bricks up, one by one.
Just a joke to you, a bit of fun.
Once the wall’s built high and strong.
Sing your heartbreaking and bitter song
Hit the wall like a wrecking ball.
It becomes insignificant, small.
Now it is starting to fret.
The ruby red ball about to set.
Time’s running out, no answer to be found.
The bricks just lay on the ground.
The smoke rises from the debris,
No words spoken, emotions flee.
Laughing erupts, though nothing’s funny,
The Sun reverses the space becomes sunny.
Now there’s a chance, for you and “the wall,”
To become the way you used to be
Play time is almost here
Such a long wait, almost half a year
The truth is here about to unfold
I love you.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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