I am a building, built on shaky ground
My walls have grown heavy, and my supports are all but crumbled away
So what keeps me standing?
Clothes ready to fall apart at the seams still hold
And yet, all the strength in the world does not favor the bold
The ground, as inviting as ever sings of the day I finally lay down
Crumble to pieces so that I may be rebuilt, stronger
But as each day passes, it becomes harder to fall apart
As the need to stay together becomes increasingly important
Because even on faulty ground, I must stand strong for those around me
And even then, the day I do, I may no longer be rebuilt
