We are like the Ruins of a once great city
that started out great, but after year of wars starts to break apart.
How trials in our life push and push us, until we start to br e a k ap a r t.
The older we get the more our trails beat us down,
just as each canon ball pounds hole after hole in the great stone wall.
Just when our city is about to fall though,
we remember.
We remember all the fun things in life, and what helped us through before;
staying strong, believing in ourselves, having others believe in us, and giving it our all.
If we don't do the things that keep our city wall strong,
all of our trials and sad things in life will tear us down
Stone by stone and piece by piece,
and the world will pass us by without a second glance...
So don't shut out every possibility thinking all is lost. Because there is always the sun,
that one last ray of hope.
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