I am just a man, left to pick up the pieces.
The pieces of a once strong figure.
Hammered down and broken through time.
Experience eroded the once stable frame.
Time was a cruel test for it would not last.
Standing tall over the masses.
Only to be torn down in the end.
Each disappointment caused a crack.
Until the cracks became too much to bear.
The weight on its shoulders made it buckle.
Some only looked on, emotionless.
While others laughed as they saw it crumble.
As it all fell to the ground it shattered.
The dust cleared and the rubble settled.
I look to the skies and close my eyes.
As I stand there and wonder what I have done.
Walking through the rubble.
Left alone to contemplate it all.
I am just a man, left to pick up the pieces,
The pieces that remain of my soul...