...and when we're broken,
down and out,
what then?
ah,
and they'll tell you,
build your walls back up again

but citadels are made to fall
so building walls is just
a self fulfilling prophecy.

Matching back the pieces
patching up the cracks
life is one big jigsaw

but what helped me to see
was me being me
not bending to their will.

breakages must be paid for
therefore,
and this is the crux
no one gives two *****
when you're laying in the gutter
you are just cheap margarine
and they have all the butter.

so build yourself an island
somewhere far beyond the shore
somewhere where the breeze is gentle
and you can hear the breakers roar.