Bricklaying

All my life's been building castles with my tiny bony hands Out of clouds or out of sand built them high, no one would stand All the bricks I have laid down made of love and made of hope thoroughly piling up a wall to shelter me in and never fall Each brick carried a dream of feeling warm and safe one day of being cozy when I was done of finding peace that would stay Well, them dreams, they merely vanish and I'm vulnerable again All that's left is this crushed heart filled with sorrow, drenched in pain Then I look at the rubble pile that's been my story so far and I wonder how to move how to conceal the scars But what's life except moving? and building? and dreaming? and watching all around us rottening and rising up again? What's life but building castles out of crazy, hopeful dreams? So here I am building yet another castle with my tiny bony hands maybe out of clouds, or out of sand still hopefully wishing this one with you is the one that will remain.