This wall rises high,
reaching beyond the sky.
Now at the bottom, standing alone,
like a million miles from home.
Reaching up, I take hold,
for I know I must try.
Now for you I call,
but you cannot hear my cry.
You stand there, staring down to me,
I look up to meet your gaze,
only to see you looking away,
your memory is fading this day.
I'm pulling as hard as I can,
so why am I still sinking?
My hand is reaching toward you,
so why do you keep on shrinking?
As you fade to black,
I can see you very clearly.
To everyone else you are gone,
but you are still here with me.