She is gone, now a friend, leaving me cold-hearted
My trenches are so deep that ladders are needed
As the rain washes in, filling it succeeded
Crocodiles are snapping at the heals uncharted

The plan was together happily forever
But then moments crumbled, brick walls were being formed
The tower was rigid, the castle was deformed
Crocodiles are biting at the man's endeavor

What is left are just bricks and a bit of mortar
Reassembly not possible of the eloquent state
Finding a new normal, is to only migrate

One needs a true bright light, a greater reporter
Headlines in bold black print "Castle closed  - now in ashes"
As folks are reflecting on all mighty clashes