| Music: Mary Juneau Lyrics: Judith Remet |
I sing my song to the walls
They’ve held me up when I fall.
No telling when I may need their defense,
If you knew what I know, walls just make common sense.
Hey-hey-hey. Ho-ho-ho.
If your life’s on the line, you’d better know where to go.
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The rooms deep inside me contained hidden force
They held every memory, every personal resource
The walls kept them separate, while I found the skill.
They formed the foundation that protected my will.
The people who hurt me were smart, mean, and cold.
Some acted like big shots, won honors and praise.
But they tortured in secret like jailers of old.
Tore down my resistance in so many ways.
Hey, hey, hey. Ho-ho-ho.
If your life’s on the line, you’d better know where to go.
I’ve watched and I’ve waited like some refugee
For moments when I could feel safe, clear and free
To share what I know, overcome all my fears,
Cause honey, I’ve been there, and these walls have ears.
So give me a moment and open your heart.
I’ll put doors in my walls, so that we can both start
To air out the house, take the bars off the cage,
And fill in some blanks on the secrecy page.
Hey, hey, hey. Ho-ho-ho.
If your life’s on the line, you’d better know where to go.
Throw open the windows, sweep under the rugs,
Hang out dirty laundry and banish all the bugs,
Cleanse all the dark corners, dust off every shelf,
And gather the courage to honor the self.
Then feel the change – from fort to haven, nearly lost to found –
The walls were salvation, and I’m still here – yes, I’m still around.
I sing my song to the walls.
They’ve held me up when I fall.
No telling when I may need their defense.
If you knew what I know, walls just make common sense.
Hey-hey-hey. Ho-ho-ho.
If your life’s on the line, you’d better know where to go.
(repeat)