Bricks and mortar build a wall,
Paint and pictures make a hall,
Drapes and comforters make the bedroom,
Basements are dark, and full of gloom.
This is a house that is ready for living,
The people inside are happy and grinning.

I'll take the bricks and the mortar,
Place them around me, to make a border
To keep out pain and evil things.
Keep out anything Satan brings.

Slowly, but surely, these bricks make a wall,
It's nothing special, more like a stall.
Just something that keeps me comfortable and warm,
Not pretty or perfect, but safe from harm.

I'm sick to my stomach to know about prison,
My sinister side is bound to be smitten,
With how long they'll keep you. I don't really mind.
There's no desire to see you deep inside.

My wall grows stronger with each mistake made,
Taller and wider with each drink you take.
I can feel the pain slipping away,
As I stack the bricks to keep my heart safe.