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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