A stone wall where a face should be,
Any emotion is fleeting,
But behind is a heart that pumps out the red sea.
And still the system begins repeating,
The cold appearance,
The dead eyes,
Barely a few have any clearence,
But what lies behind is the real surprise,
Friendly smiles and unjudgeful eyes,
One who can be trusted and will trust right back,
There is never a need for a disguise,
Since there will never be an attack,
This wall that hides everything,
Is so thick and sturdy,
That even with every sting,
Nothing will get past, not even a birdie.