We build our walls
From sticks and stones
But, there's always one loose brick
One stone that doesn't stick
If that gets hit out
All of it comes down
And our true selves spill

The selves we built the walls to hide
The ones we tried to keep inside
The poets, the singers
The architects, the sinners
All of us are free
Free, so let us be
We're ourselves, with the walls broken down
Just ourselves