a tower stood where trees once grew
a wooden frame of sturdy build
the birds did roost upon its peak
until the tower fell to ruins

and now a structure stands again
built not by youth but wisdom’s hand
a monument not tall, but firm
with strength that very few shall earn

how can i be all you need?
wounds will never cease to bleed
underneath the skin it stings
i haven’t strength for anything

the magpie stalks its latent prey
a loosened thread upon your hem
unraveled from your ragged frame
and sewn into her nest of gems

wring out the anguish from your hands
un-stitch the thread within your heart
pull taut and pierce the needle's eye
and tear the nest of lies apart

how can i provide for you?
how can we support this brood?
how can i repair this wing?
i haven't strength for anything

you’ll never let me fall
your hands will never slip
hold them upon my heart
and never loose your grip

you’ve built a wondrous nest
and planted many seeds
the roots hold fast in soil
and bring us all we need

waiting silently to be proven wrong
how can i speak when filled with so much doubt?
the wind will howl its lonesome song
and the flame of fear that burns in me will forever be snuffed out

this monument will stand