Residents of Jericho

Those who believe in romance
have passed on or moved away.
Everybody speaks without being heard
'cause there's nothing left for us to say.
The last shining knight laid down his sword,
left his post an empty grave.
The silence around here is so absurd
and so loud it breaks his heart.
Love broken by not a word,
dreams and memories torn apart.
A voice in the wilderness cries out to us
but we're busy and so pay it no heed.
We're so into our own selves that
we can't see others in need.
And we complain of how it all went wrong
without seeing our own damn greed.
These are the walls in Jericho where we reside.
These tall walls in Jericho can't help us hide.
Built around our hearts and souls by greed and foolish pride.
And they won't be tumbled down.

The poets have since put down their pens,
picked up their homes and moved on.
Wishing they could return again
and write about a glorious dawn.
Where we are seen once more dreaming
and all the walls are gone.
These walls in Jericho that block us from the Son.
The stupide walls in Jericho surrounding everyone.
Sometimes I wish I had the strength myself
to knock them down and let you in.
So we can believe in love again.