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As the Walls Crumble

As the walls around me begin to crack
I wonder what all will remain?
What can I salvage?
and what all will be slain?

As the walls around me begin to creek,
I don't want to let go.
I need these walls to stay up,
for they are all I know.

As the walls around me begin to break,
I can't let them fall,
I can't let my entire world be destroyed
by this crumbeling black wall.

As the walls around me crumble,
I have to choose
But I cannot give up what is so close
I simply refuse

...

Now that the wall has fallen
I look around me
I can't see anything more than broken stone
nothing but debris.

Now that I have nothing,
because I chose what I could not save.
Why can't I find them!?
I will not only have their graves!

Now that I am looking
I can see they were always here, to the very end.
They tried to hold up these walls with me
and in return I had nothing to give, nothing to lend.

Now that it is over,
and I have nothing,
They are gone and I sit alone
and realize I once had everything.