The Wall

The nights have passed in silence
The days were whispered sighs
I wondered twas it the highness
That kept them hastening by 

I did call out perhaps once or twice
But none did seem too moved
I suppose they insisted on sacrifice
when I asked to be removed

So I’m waiting here now quite fixed
Unlikely to ever come down
But on the upside I’m now convinced
I’ll become a saint of some renown