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It Falls on That Day


Fiery arrows, bullets, shells all fly

Collide with a building that cannot cry

Angry flame steals away

The days of the building’s sway

Many times has it come through

With a mighty and powerful breakthrough

But now it is blown to shreds

Although it may be fixable

It has been destroyed by those few syllables

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