Bricks are heavy
And laid thick
With long hardened mortar
Oozing out from between the joins
Man's manufactured rock
Stacked high
And placed about our feet
Encircling our soft flesh
A flue is left for air
A dark circle, open to the sky
A required vulnerability...
In our defenses
Ice and fire
Make wrath upon the brick
But are useless
In the breaching
Love and desire
Think they know the trick
Hammer and chisel
Wielded by our heart's beating
May that mortar crumble!
And bricks carefully fall
Let us come into the light
Our faith begins to crawl
May that mortar shatter
And bricks fade to dust
Our feet free to stutter
Our insecurities beset by rust
And in those ruins of red and grey
With our walls crumbled away
We'll hold each other close
A new foundation for a new day
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A/N:
Relationships take building, a masons touch.
Cheers,
DarthPadre
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