Made of Faith

Am made of brick, can’t you see? You doubt because am rarely mean But when wild tides, I’ll ride in style Then you’ll understand just what I mean Am made of brick, oh don’t doubt You see my flat chest but not my bold heart so you laugh But when big chests will kiss my feet And wild chestnuts I’ll crack and eat Then you’ll not just frown but nod Am made of brick, see me I pierced the wind and broke the storm With two bare arms, I rode the rocks Even when mountains fell on me yesterday Still today, you see me dance With open mouth you’ll just say how Am made of brick, feel me My each step such, magnitude of quake And the yawn I blow, a strong tornado moves Hold your post, least it sweeps you off