Story Poem

When the walls come crashing down,

and you can't see the stars.

When the people are crying out

and death isn't so far

Remember the stories I told you, child

Remember that death isn't so bad

And the end is not of fear

‘Nor is tragedy truly so sad.

'Cause walls were made to crumble

and lives were made to end

But the stories I told you, child

Will carry you to rest.