Walls stand tall between you and I
A cloudy fog rests in our eyes
Even if we walk hand-in-hand,
between us lie mountains, oceans, and sand

Tell me your secrets, your epic tales
but I'll only hear gusty gales
Not a person can know what the other one thinks
Not even truth in wine, no matter how many drinks

But there are ways to discover the hearts
of oneself and all others who stand far apart
In times of disaster, when angst comes about
Their voice and their thoughts begin to ring out