The walls were being ripped down around us
by our hands-
no one elses.
We were out for blood; you and I.

And the kids were the next thing to go.
Door-jams are replaceable,
but childhoods?
These don't come easy,
and I hate to say it but
nothing is worth that.

Not all the kings horses
or all the kings men
would have been enough
to put us together again.
Such a pity,
when broken things can't mend.