Within These Walls
(Richard Barone & George Usher)
I’m beginning at the end
there’s a story I must tell and not pretend
I’ve seen a writing on the wall I must defend
and who stands tall beside me may not be my friend—
I’ve seen it all or enough to know,
how the mornings come and go...
When the wind and rain collide
there’s a story I find hard to keep inside
I’ve seen the oceans parting in the name of pride
while some were marching others ran away to hide—
I’ve seen it all or enough to know,
how the evenings come and go
Within these walls
within these walls.
The ringing of the bells
there’s a story everything in nature tells
I’ve watched as lovers make a hundred long farewells
breaking hearts and leaving unrequited spells
and still I find that I’m beginning at the end
there’s a story I must tell and not pretend—
I’ve seen it all or enough to know,
how the seasons come and go
Within these walls
within these walls—
we can be anything at all,
we can be anything...
within these walls.
