I'm a Builder

I’m a Builder

I am a builder
I build homes to house your heart and head
With tongue in cheek and pen in hand
I drip black ink upon the sand
To sprout fresh fruit never canned.

I take each word and line them up
row by row, bottom to top
My ladder to reach the skies of your lives
My thoughts are my bricks, my clay and cement.
I’m a one man crew, it’s all for you
That I sweat to convey sweet sentiment.