One by One...

One by one I watch them fall.

Piece by piece they crumble and shake.

Anger wells

and grief pools.

Desperation grows

and apathy tries to latch on.

It's not a lie:

This battle's more than flesh and blood.

My hands cannot reach out,

no longer turn and grasp.

But with love

and tears

they can clasp,

they can reach up.

And hope?

There's always hope.

One by one I watch them fall.

Piece by piece they crumble and shake.

But with hands

and love.

With tears

and faith.

Walls can be rebuilt.