Crumbling

Crumbling, like a tower made of sand,

That slowly falls apart, brick by brick,

And though it once stood tall and grand,

Now all that's left is a pile of sticks.

Just like the tower, our lives can crumble,

When we lose sight of what's important,

And though we may have thought we stumbled,

The truth is that we failed to stay vigilant.

But with each brick that falls to the ground,

We have the chance to start anew,

To build a foundation that is sound,

And create a life that shines so bright and true.

So when the walls of life come tumbling down,

Remember to keep the faith and stand your ground,

For the beauty of life lies in the rebuilding,

And the creation of a brighter world around.