Untold stories are the most anticipated of all
Until the moment they're through.
Then they reach a brick wall
And hope to find a clue.
They either stop or pass,
Through bricks made of glass.
And the only fact that's known
'S the wall is solid as stone.
And if they fail the challenge,
That many a story surpassed,
they blame it on the damage,
Our storyteller had cast.
And the storyteller is dead,
And that failed tale's our thread,
To start a new tale,
That breaks our best scale.
And once a man succeeds
To write a worthy piece,
They scorn all his deeds,
and bring him to his knees.
And then our man resorts
In a bower of some sorts,
And we hear them people repeat,
Stamp them with your feet.
Until the moment they're through.
Then they reach a brick wall
And hope to find a clue.
They either stop or pass,
Through bricks made of glass.
And the only fact that's known
'S the wall is solid as stone.
And if they fail the challenge,
That many a story surpassed,
they blame it on the damage,
Our storyteller had cast.
And the storyteller is dead,
And that failed tale's our thread,
To start a new tale,
That breaks our best scale.
And once a man succeeds
To write a worthy piece,
They scorn all his deeds,
and bring him to his knees.
And then our man resorts
In a bower of some sorts,
And we hear them people repeat,
Stamp them with your feet.