I stand in front of a stationary height,

standing bigger than me.

It never forths its hands for a bless,

Still, it ain't left abate.

Its will makes me shaken I admit,

it doesn't move an inch.

Once I threw a pebble hard,

I had them at me again but soft.

It shows compassion, it shows some sense, some faith,

And a lot of will and not an inch of haste.

The mighty loves to enjoy the simplicity with cheer,

And I've been left in amusement again.

I stare at this strong creature,

It loves no God, no fairy, no devil.

Well that's all I can say after all,

red it is, foundation strong, standing tall, it is a wall.