When Walls Get Cracked

Do you know that secret you kept for times?
That you kept in mind under seven keys
As if one day would reveal it though was late
Changing the people’s ways through the facts

Remember the picture you took that sunny day?
The one which revealed the love and the dream of a lifetime
Between two lightened faces of joy and desire
Turning our wet soaked hair through wind

I stop to think but I can’t change, facts are facts
Why do perfect things end up becoming imperfect?
The thinker used to say.
Oooooooh folly… oooooooh folly
Sometimes what appears to be it’s not.
And sometimes which seems not to be it is

I know we are two souls that were lost on the road
And as much as I want to I cannot change the scene
The memories I have sometimes lead me to think
We lost a lot of time in our lives afraid of truth
Today we are part of a time that’s lost
We live in the memories of a story that’s been taken
I wonder what destiny will write tomorrow
When walls get cracked