The Mortar of Our Lives

Thrice I have “died”, twice to “return”
Each time with less, like a wall missing mortar and brick
The brace still there, though not as true
The love in heart still strong, but the future light is less
Every love we lose takes a bit of rock out of the run

We have the sand to wake up and try again,
Try again to stand the wall
Try again to stand tall and true

I will return again, but tomorrow, not today
Today, I lose my sand