All the pillars are falling

Disappearing

Crumbling and cracking

Falling always

One by one they crumble

One by one the crack

One by one they fall

They collapse

Oh, how they fall

Oh, how they fall and collapse into rubble

What happens to the roof when all the pillars fall

Piece by piece the roof falls as the pillars fall

Does the roof turn into rubble

Does it stay in those single pieces

Oh, what happens to the roof

What happens once the last pillar falls

When no longer is there anything to hold up the roof

Oh, what happens

What happens

What happens

Does it remain in its peices, but still broken

Is it cracked

Is it crumbled

Does someone come along anf fix it

Mend it

Heal it

Is it abandoned 

Left alone

Forgotten

Never to be thought of again

Are the peices taken and used by someone who does not understand the beauty of it

Who used it as a statute 

Who uses it as a bench

Who uses it as a floor

To walk all over

Day and night

Night and day

Minute by minute

Hour by hour

Oh, what will happen to the roof

Will nature claim it as its own

Ivy and vines creeping over it

Claiming it as their home

Will someone come along who understands the true beauty of this roof

Will they understand that it needs something to support it

Will they help

Will they mend it

Oh, what will happen to the roof when the pillars fall and collapse

What will happen

What will happen

Nobody knows

Oh, how nobody knows