BRIDGES INSTEAD OF WALLS

by Stan C. Countz

He slowly walks away
And saves it for another day
He builds up walls and paints them all
The same drab shade of gray

She stuffs it all into a ball
It’s such a cryin’ shame
They both mean well
But who can tell how well
They play the game?

They say the same ol’ thing
In a new and different way
Why should they pay a price
That’s just too high to pay?

It ain’t that easy playing second fiddle
You can’t shake hands with a fist
Don’t wanna cut it down the middle
How did it come down to this?

She still expects Prince Charming
To wake her with a kiss
Her charm is quite disarming
She needs a slap upon the wrist

She’s gotta tear down those walls
And build a bridge in their place
Only then can she erase the stain
And face the pain

I hate to rain on your parade
Don’t wanna sing the blues
Wish they'd stayed together
But they never paid their dues

It takes two to tango
Or to dance the fandango
The truth is hard to handle
So say a prayer and light a candle

For two who knew the truth
But chose to just ignore it
So decide if you’re against or for it
Before you raise your voice
Make your case, then make your choice

Building walls and building fences
Pride always goes before a fall
When will we come to our senses
And build bridges instead of walls?