The towers of memories crumble to ashes.

The architecture tumbles, crawls,

Crashes.

Heart and hand built these walls.

Love and time must watch them fall.

Hatred devours like a fire,

Taking down every spire.

I watch it all go to hell,

I admire its wicked spell.

Weeping towers I built from sand.

They all die at my own hand.

What can I do to stop this destruction?

What can I do to save my construction?

Put out the fire.

Douse the flames.

My only desire

Is to mend my shame.

Rebuild them,

My weeping towers.

Stack them higher, and higher

And higher…