Pretty Walls

I should have known you can never run away
I should have seen all the good I had that day
But deep inside I was fragile as a lamb
Wobbling unsure footed as I am

Stumbling into my old room I close the door
Lying there in my old bed I’m still unsure
But they seemed happy and excited Mom and Dad
Like my brother whose face was more than glad

I’m surrounded by these protective spells
That shelter me from the storm

These pretty walls hold my memories
And these pretty walls look the same
A photograph of an old dear friend
A shining silver medal bears my name

I should have known it’s impossible to hide
But powerful is the heat when worlds collide
And if anything I’ve learned you can’t escape the truth
But the truth is I still have all the tenderness of youth

Gathered here all around me now
Like a hurricane, this is my eye

These pretty walls hold my memories
And these pretty walls feel the same
Within these pretty walls is the perfect place
For the lost seeking shelter from a storm

John Andrew
August 2010