What a wonder it is
To find yourself standing up
Despite the stones hurled
To believe in triumph
What a waste it would be
To find them satisfied
To let your demons run rampant
And have you mortified
Let them throw the bricks
You build your castle walls
With pointed arches and buttress
Rose colored glass and ribbed vaults
The fortress stand ornate
And you stand tall
In black and gold embellish
Your heart and your hall
So step back and stand down
Read the history and the case
Admire the building and the town
One wrong word and
You may be gone without trace
