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
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