Build Anyway


Pick on the blocks you freemasons,
let your blood become the mortar.
Let your sweat cement those secrets.
Do not lie your rhyme to heal cracks,
Just let the pain flow.

We all fall too, says shooting stars,
but the ground becomes what holds us.
Let go your fears, the Lego says.
Only when rain falls, will seeds grow
How are babies formed?

Roots become when seeds fall and die,
The ground’s glory fades when you’re up.
Become a broken mirror child,
Glue up your mistakes and move on,
build with mud, build home.


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