I know sometimes life happens,
it happens, and happens
and keeps happening.
You know, one day. . .
We'll see everything
we've worked so hard to build,
crumble at our feet
but it's by our own hand
we'll destroy those things.
They'll fall like the delicate
card house of anger, hate,
deceit, and insecurity
that they've become.
Those things we've built,
those walls. . .
They won't be able to keep us
from the ones we love,
or from being the people
we love to be any longer.
