Through the ruins he goes an search slowly
Looking for pieces to salvage at least a small piece
Nothing is left but the dust and ashes of the past
Looking to the sky he falls to his knees in anguish
But along comes an angel to show him the way
After all to build something sturdy it needs first to fall
To find the flaws you must first become weak
Only then can you fix your flaws and become stronger
Each day he gathers lumber and nails for work
Each day he builds taller and taller
Until finally one day his stronghold stand tall
With a smile he looks at his work and goes
It may not be what it was before but it sure is better