Monuments retreat under Time’s harsh gaze,
fighting the futile fight, but fighting all the same
as their stone crumbles, grain, by grain, by grain.
They stood strong and solid – behold triumph!
The ones who’d never break, who’d eternally reign,
staring down with disdain, disdain, disdain.
Mighty voices now stolen by the wind;
fading fragmented echoes, a vanishing stain,
‘Please don’t forget my name, my name, my name.’