There's a wall standing high
separating me from them.
I've tried to climb it.
I really have.
It's just too tall, too high.

I can't even see the top.
I hear their voices calling me.
They're wondering where I am.
I'm stuck behind this wall ~
tell me, don't they see?

I see no door, no way to cross;
there's no ladder, no way around.
My strength is gone; I need some help.
Can't they throw a rope?
Or try and build a door?

This is NOT my choice!
I didn't build this wall.
Without them here, I have no hope.
I feel dark and cold, and all alone.
The wall has robbed me of the sun.

I'm trying to break through this wall.
I'm not just hiding over here.
What was that sound? A muffled word?
The whisper of my angel's name?
The wall is crumbling as you speak.

Oh, maybe I'll not have to stay
trapped beyond this wall.
Please say his name again.
Again . . . again . . . again.
Dear friend, I need to hear his name.

Perhaps together we'll make a hole
and force this wall to crumble.
And as the pieces fall away
some tiny rays of light will shine.
And guide me back to you.

Do you have your chisel ready?
This will take some time.
Oh, no! The wall is caving in!
It's filling up our hole again!
Please don't stop--don't give up!

I'm trying to get through to you
for I'd never wish you here.
I hate this dark and lonely side.
My heart and soul will always ache
but your tears can guide me through.

Desiree Vaught
In loving memory of my son Logan Gene Vaught,
^i^ 12/7/98 ~ 12/9/98 HLHS,
who lives on in my heart and in my soul.