The Cathedral stands
at the heart of the city,
so pure and beloved,
so strong and enduring.
Year after year,
through thick and through thin,
Through revolution and war
Our Lady stays strong.
Just one spark
Inconsequential and small.
Surely it couldn’t
bring her down to her knees.
Pride of the city,
the city of love,
it’ll take more
than just one spark.
But sparks turn to embers,
and embers to flames,
and before we know it,
all is engulfed.
The problem we have
is that things made of wood
may seem so strong
but they always can burn.
We try to save her,
She means too much to us all.
Something so beautiful
can’t just burn down.
But the flames grow higher
and the spire collapses.
Can she be saved?
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
The Cathedral stands
at the heart of the city,
so pure and beloved,
so strong and enduring.
Year after year,
through thick and through thin,
Through revolution and war
Our Lady stays strong.
Just one spark
Inconsequential and small.
Surely it couldn’t
bring her down to her knees.
Pride of the city,
the city of love,
it’ll take more
than just one spark.
But sparks turn to embers,
and embers to flames,
and before we know it,
all is engulfed.
The problem we have
is that things made of wood
may seem so strong
but they always can burn.
We try to save her,
She means too much to us all.
Something so beautiful
can’t just burn down.
But the flames grow higher
and the spire collapses.
Can she be saved?
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