A few stiches with lacking seams
      You came to me as rough-woven fabric
      Under my fingers you were sewn in the lining

      But then you said, and I saw: walls
      So I tore it all down and found the bricks
      And I built you up again

      Red cement warned me not to pry
      With hope and grace you needed light
      In faith I tore cement away, I gave you glass
    
      Again I find the changing face of insecurity
      And I quickly find porcelain humanity
      Once more I made you into a finer clay

      Strength of mind and a feuding heart
      You became a gilt of silent armor
      Giving me blisters in the sun
  
      But for all your flighty woes and wonders  
      I never glanced away from each detail
      To find the broken platter of bending cracks

      You are burlap skin and of red brick mind
      Glass eyes and hidden sculpted mouth
      You don't shine in bruised and welded silver

      Some days I've built your mystery up annew
      I know I've torn you every way but down, you make me
      Tired, and make me scared, I won't build you up again