That somehow started all

I am the defender,
and I’m putting up a wall,
the bricks are made of flowers
and leafs left by this fall.

To other peoples eyes,
the bricks are made of stone
and I’m waving with my sword,
standing all alone.

Please, let no one know,
that flowers slowly die,
and I’m screaming to protect me,
but I’m crying as I try.

Who put me in this craving,
for peace and bricks of stone,
but the one that gave the sword,
leaves me all alone.

He thinks the sword’s too pointy,
and fears the place it lands,
but he doesn’t know he only,
can take it off my hands.

A soft and gentle asking,
and pain about his love,
his pleading and regrets,
could be just enough.

But time consumes his powers,
he does not want to try,
to brake the wall around me,
and I’ll always wonder why.

Slowly all the people
become blurry with no face,
and soon it no longer matters,
and loneliness is grace.

Than the sword will strike no matter,
whoever tears my wall,
I wont recognise the person,
that somehow started all.