The Wall Lyrics

The Wall lyrics

Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte







Crossing the line in the dead of night



Five years old and on the run



This ain't no game, boy, don't make a sound 



And watch that man with the gun



Say a prayer for the ones we leave behind, say a prayer for us all



Come take my hand now and hold on tight



Take one last look at that wall







Think of the shattered lives, think of the broken hearts



Think of the battered dreams, of families still torn apart



Wall of bitter tears, wall of crying pain



Wall of chilling fear, you will never keep me here



For I, I shall crawl right down through that wall



I will crawl right on through that wall







That fateful night I was one that got away,



A young and restless renegade



Chasing my dreams, still on the run, 



I had some moments in the sun



Years flew by like a speeding bullet train, I sang my songs to one and all



Then came the day when I had a chance to pay 



My respects to the names on that wall







I saw the wooden crosses, saw the bloody stains



Saw the gruesome pictures of all the ones that died in vain



Wall of countless victims, wall of endless shame



Had just one thing gone wrong I might have joined that list of names



And I cried for all who died there at the wall



I recall weeping at the wall



















"Freedom has many difficulties, and democracy is not perfect,



But we've never had to put a wall up to keep our people in…



While the wall is the most obvious demonstration of the failures of communism,




We take no pride in it…for it is an offense against humanity, separating
families, 



Dividing husbands and wives, brothers and sisters and 



People who wish to be joined together…



All free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of Berlin 



And therefore, as a free man I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein
Berliner". 



 







(Excerpts from John F. Kennedy speech at the Berlin wall June 26, 1963) 











Turned on the news in November '89



I could not move, I could not speak



Something was burning up in my eyes,



Something wet ran down my cheek



All those laughing faces, all those tears of joy



All those warm embraces of men and women, girls and boys



Sisters and brothers dancing, all singing freedom's song



God, if only I could be there to shake your hands and sing along



Oh I, I would climb right up on that wall



And join you all dancing on the wall



Standing tall walking on the wall



Tear it down, right down to the ground



Tear it down, right down to the ground











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