On the other side there is someplace better
On the other side the grass will be greener
There is a place that we don’t know.
The sun rises to bring forth a new day.
The town woke up, the morning went
Same old, same old with everyone
Doing their routines where the sun did not shine
Behind a wall. just dirt and darkness.
Stories have been told of the world on the other side,
A place where the grass grows tall,
A place where the sun always shines,
A place of hope and all dreams imaginable.
Stories have been told of people escaping
And seeing the light. Some people believed them
Others did not. day after day the shadows loomed on.
But beyond the wall there is a place.
I should know because I built the wall
To separate the darkness from light,
Because in the end it is all gray
I should know because I’ve seen the other side.
Fulmore
8th