The Wall

V1
Remember Mutsé, life was so much simpler then.
I wish we could rewind, go back to that again.
Life chips away as we get older, complication to the 
simple daily happiness, it's a prevailing catalyst.
Life stands to test us every day trying to force the separation 
of our care for one another from our minds.
And in a way we each get stronger, but to say that we are better,
well, it's subjective to the way we walk the line.

V2
I apologise my lady, did I do you wrong?
Your didstant isolation sings a lonely song,
but know that you are not alone against the thankless imposition of the 
world or the conditions it unfurls upon your life.
So what is it that takes you? And what is it that breaks you?
What happened to the love you had for life back at the start?
You love the disconnection, enslaved by your addictions
but none of them are working towards softening your heart.

Chorus
I promise that I'll try to make it better when I can,
but I really don't know if I'll ever trust in you again.
I'll be thinking of you even though I can't see you at all,
'cos you forced me to become the silent love behind the wall.

V3
I'm so sorry all my little ones, I let you down.
I was blinded by my grief because your Mama drowned.
I really thought that I could bring her back to life again.
Alas, her life is her experience and it isn't mine to spend.
So I watched her and I cried as I was reaching out my hand,
but she didn't want to take it, didn't want to swim to land.
Then she sank down to the bottom to escape reality,
but there's nobody to blame because that's how she want's to be.

V4
I'm so sorry my young children 'cos I failed you,
'cos you Papa wasn't trusted and I never knew.
And now there's gunna be a long time that we spend apart while I try 
hard to piece together shards of shattered heart.
And Big Brother tells me disconnection's good for me,
and that it's best to rip apart our broken family,
that my love is such a problem, it'll make you all unwell,
and that if your parents want you then they're going to go to Hell.

Chorus
I promise that I'll try to make it better when I can,
and I'm waiting for that day when I can hold your little hands.
I'll be thinking of you even though I can't see you at all, 
while hoping that you don't forget the love behind the wall.


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Notes:
(Fear - Helplesness)
This song was written after hearing the story of a man who had been unfairly incarcerated by his wife who had become an ICE addict. For sure, it's a messed up situation all around which no doubt has a long backstory of cause and effect for which one could pass the blame backward indefinitely. This song is just a reflection of the situation from this man's perspective. His pet name for her is "Mutsé" (some Mediterranian slang word or something I'm told - I've no idea what it means). While in prison he found out that DHS were preparing to take his children from their mother to be put into state care because they'd deemed her unfit to parent. He was powerless to stop them and was being driven insane mourning the whole situation. His wife's 'drowning' is a metaphore for her descent into addiction and towards 'rock bottom' (she didn't actually drown or die). For anyone who isn't familiar with the 'state care' system, it is often a much more toxic environment to be raised in than even a broken family. Children of 'the state' are often routinely abused and their incarceration rate (and recidivism rate) is comparable to that of First Nation males. Current statistics from 2023 show that young First Nation's people males have a higher chance of ending up in prison than going to university and they are currently WOEFULLY over-represented in Australia's prison population. Both of these things are still very much ongoing issues to this day.
On that note, this whole album is part of a larger project to help reduce recidivism rates and give 'ex-cons' a chance for a sense of purpose, achievement and belonging (because as much as society fears 'convicted criminals', the fear and alienation most of them feel upon release drives so many of them to re-offend simply so they can return to something familiar and 'stable' - even if it is in prison). The fear is very real on both sides. This is what holds the world back. Our dwelling IN fear of people and things rather than finding ways to move through the fear and past it... (not to be confused with just forgetting about it and putting it out of mind).