I've built a wall

All around.

Somehow it has grown

And I cannot see.

When did I even start

Laying the foundation?

Who helped place the bricks,

Shutting in God's creation?

I do not see life,

But I hear it pass by.

Somehow I must escape,

For this isn't how I want to die.

Teach me how to tear it down;

I want to be able to feel.

Show me where the tools are,

That I may know what's real.