Dancing against the flames of a candle lit night
Yet as cold as the snowflakes down from flight
They speak, they dance, and they tell stories of old
Stories hushed by the people’s talk of flashy gold
“Listen and hear our cry” say and dance them all
But no one heads the warnings of the Shadows on the Wall

“Please I warn the of your mistakes” says their movements long but swift
Yet, so it seems, no one’s heads even begin to lift.
Lost is this claim in person’s build of meaningless words
All to be lost soon, in the first songs of the morning birds
“Listen to us to save your soul” says the broken whisper, so small
Yet all walk silently by the Shadows on the Wall

Soon the sun has found its way back to the sky
And quiet, again, the air is without a “why?”
The day begins and the people had nothing else learned
No answers to the questions for who it may have concerned
Now silent is the bricks, not a single lasting dance or muted call
No more wise words given, by the Shadows on the Wall