Building such a cathedral is a work of joy, love and trust. Destroying it is a work of deceit. The world is a razed cathedral, a ruin of the soul. Carefully I must step through the rubble. Sometimes I pick up blocks and try to rebuild what is lost, But it is an impossible task.
Truth is mortar, Without it a wall is nothing more than a stack of bricks.
So I can only sift through the rubble, Looking for meaning, looking for hope, Finding only dust and ashes. To speak it, I can only guess. The cost may be high or low, it just depends. But to believe a lie, of that I am certain. To believe a lie will cost you everything.