tears are shed from these eyes
they run down my crimson cheaks
drop to the ground
and turn into concrete
i used to be stronger
i say that to myself every morning as i look into the mirror
but these days
my thick wall is deteriorating
tears fall and brick by brick i get weaker
i used to be the strongest house
the three little piggies built me up
not even the big bad wolf could knock me down
but these days
the big bad wolf doesn't even have to huff and puff
the wind from the trees will knock me down