Building
Building
These hands were meant to build.
Build what you ask?
Not a clue, as to exactly what their mission is
But I can tell you what my feet were meant to do
Walk. Yeah, I’m about to get deep with ya
These feet were gifted
Only to be used in only the most extreme of cases
Fight or flight
Right or stand firm
Light a cigarette every now and then
Metaphorically
Maybe that was the wrong flame to fan
I meant to say
Don’t lose your fire, your blaze
Your passion
Craft your own fashion
And unknot the ties of anyone who might hate it
Announce your worth don’t lash out
Just attach onto the dogma that those hands
Your hands were the clay held and molded
In order that you would never be scolded for a assembling
Ideas and searching for the other puzzle pieces
You can order anything off the menu
I’m tellin you that every combination and every order is its own masterpiece
Your hands were meant to craft stars, as well as tasty pies and mouth watering spaghetti
And smooth, creamy cheesecake
And your feet were meant to walk.
Across lake and barren desert
Through raging white waters and immense expanses
Within the fire and hellish water
Oh beautiful feet
Know that each bone has a specific purpose
Know that your feet were created to hold the weight of your world
Upon their hinges because God knew we couldn’t do it alone
He knew we would run from Him
So he imprinted upon our being a constant reminder that no matter how far we believe
We can run, we will always be racing to His will
Oh beautiful feet
You were meant to streak across the stars leaving only stardust and the slightest evidence of your magnificence
Hermes’ envy and Athena’s dreams
The product of omnipotence, the brainchild of realities’ champion
Past, present, and forever tense
This is for the lame and the mute.
The dismembered and the trapped in a noose
People. I can’t stress this enough
That your hands. Your feet. Your mouth.
They were designed to shout.
Scream the purpose that fills the veins of our skin
Our sins might cover our bodies, but a roof of potential and change
Hangs over your heads.
Ignore your flaws’ insecurities and harness them
Buckle them up around your waist and get comfortable in the backseat to the booster beat
Don’t worry you don’t need to ignore them
All you need to do is bleed a little bit
It will hurt present
And it will stain present future
And it will heal sooner than later
Because scars will remind you that the vessel shed
Was only a downside
And the shattered shell
Was only a untimely end to tell
I’m telling you to turn upside down.
And let the failures and the red caked edges and the tears of
Days and tales past
Sing your story