What tangled walls we weave.
No, not Edgar Allen Poe, or Shakespeare but from 'Marmion' by Sir Walter Scott. Well it is as close to that as I want it to be.
The walls we put up to decieve, little white lies here, great big whoppers there. The trouble is those walls might keen the nasty out, but they also stop the joy getting in. So lets build bridges instead of wall's. And if we have to build wall's lets put some windows in.
The walls we put up to decieve, little white lies here, great big whoppers there. The trouble is those walls might keen the nasty out, but they also stop the joy getting in. So lets build bridges instead of wall's. And if we have to build wall's lets put some windows in.