The Wall

I'm (G#m)woven in a fantasy.

I (D#m)can't believe the things I see.

The (F#)path that I have chosen now has (Bmaj7)led me to a wall.

(G#m6)And with each passing day ing I feel a (Bb7sus)little more like (Eb)something dear was (Bb7sus)lost.

(Bb)It (Cbmaj7)rises now (Db)before ter me,

a (Cbmaj7)dark and silent (Db)barrier (Eb)between (Fm7)all I (Eb)am and (Ebm)all that I would (E)ever want to (Cb)be.

It's just a (Db)(Eb)travesty, (Fm7)(Ebm)towering,

and marking off the (E)boundaries my (Db)spirit I would (Eb)erase.

To (G#m)pass beyond is what I seek.

I (D#m)fear that I may be too weak.

And (F#)those are few who've seen it through to (Bmaj7)glimpse the other side.

(G#m6)The promised land is wait ure like a a (Bb7sus)maiden that is (Eb)soon to be a (Bb7sus)bride.

(Bb)The (Cbmaj7)moment is a (Db)mas with piece;

the (Cbmaj7)weight of (Db)indecision's in the (Eb)air,

(Fm7)standing (Eb)there, the (Ebm)symbol and the (E)sum of all that's (Cb)me.

It's just a (Db)(Eb)travesty, (Fm7)(Ebm)towering, and blocking out the (E)light and blinding (Db)me.

it There want to (Eb)see.

To loss.