The pillars once held it up,
so high that I could not fear.
But now the fall brings despair
and doubts the home that shatters.
In bed I lay.
If crawling up brought comfort,
I'd be safe forever
from the shouts and screams.
I fear that you have the power,
either to make or to break me
and no one wants to fall apart.
But lift this one I may,
tomorrow is another day.
Despair is only in togetherness;
Internally, I will go on.
I wish your least importance
and least important you shall remain.
Because the pillars you provided may have fallen,
but have helped my heart adapt an infallible position.
