A little boy was climbing a mountain tall
When midway he met a mighty wall
Though the boy was sad to admit defeat
He lay his pack down at his feet
And from his pack he took a large box
And opened all its many locks
Stole he from its depths his prize
Bow to string he made his notes to rise
With it he sang a tune, soft and slow
About the night and its starry glow
And his journey short though it be
And all the sights he still wished to see
Yet past the wall there stood another
And either was unable to see the other
But the song reached through the stone
And comforted one once thought alone
The girl then found her voice to cry
And their voices grew aloft in the sky
Though the wall never crumbled or fell
Each knew the other side well