My wall is up,
It’s made of stone,
To keep out the plague,
Known as pain.
There was a time,
It was made of clay,
But my friends,
They pulled the bricks away.
The king and queen,
They pulled me down,
Broke my innocence,
Never to be found.
Then the jester,
Such a fool,
He used me a escape goat,
Only just a tool.
The knight in shining armor,
He knew once true glory,
But broke his pact,
Another liar telling a story.
And finally the maiden,
A queen among women,
But unforgiving as a snake,
Thy cold hearted maiden.
And I am the bishop,
The forgiving son,
Who follows blindly,
Searching for the sun.