No More Risks

I'm throwing up my walls
Putting out the "No Trespassing" signs
Leaving out the guard dogs
The walls are slippery, made of limestone
Grown over with thorns and briars
No one will breech the keep again
My heart can't take another attack
So I've patched up the holes with thatch
Reinforced them with cement
Wrapping it in steel
No more thinking with my heart
No more letting my emotions get involved
That's playing with fire
And just not worth the risk