Lord, I created this place I’m in
I laid its foundations with bad decisions
I built its walls with misguided hope
I stood afar and viewed my workmanship
No pleasure came from my labor
Struggling, I stood with my face against the wind
With tears I watched as everythng fell
The foundation began to shake
The walls cracked and crumbled
Fragments are now all that remain
Fragments of my broken heart

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