It is strange,
That I glimpsed you once from afar
In passing
And I saw you
Abandoned. In disrepair and I thought you were
Beautifully tragic.
You were alone and I did nothing
I did nothing
I did nothing but watch you crumble
I saw you again today
Again in passing
And I found that you had been
Saved. Someone had picked you up
And gathered your pieces
They built you back up and I did nothing
I did nothing
I did nothing but watch you stand.