I found myself in the ruins again.
How many years had it been? Ten?
Maybe more, it’s hard to remember
I think it may have been September
They’re still standing, the ivied walls
I see my children when they were small
Standing by them on that tour
They wanted to climb, it was that allure
The beckoning of adventure then
Scrambling up, not by my hand
And then the tragedy, the loss
Children gone before I could cross
Gone into depths unknown
And there it was, I was shown
How quickly life can be gone
Mine was death from that moment on