When people hear Smith they don’t see the real meaning,

They see a old English conqueror with armor gleaming,

or even a tall black man with dice in the mirror,

but what Smith really means, is you’re a creator.

To smith means to build, to create and stabilize,

like castle walls scaling miles high,

And I mean I follow my surnames meaning,

but.. it’s kind of a different wall I’m creating.

It’s still made of bricks, mortar and sweat,

but let me get into the details a little bit.

The Bricks;

The bricks are made up of all the lies you told me that night,

that smile, and kiss that you told me would set things right,

when really all it did was feel like a poisonous bite,

that spread like a cancer and clouded my sight,

until everything in the world saw me through a curtain of spite.

The Mortar;

the scars on my skin

The Sweat;

The sweat is the tears that sunk in,

the tears from hiding in my room thinking my friends were just ghosts,

and that no one would ever say I Love You the most.

I became the best smith the world had ever known,

seeing how no one noticed how high my walls had grown,

because even though they were jagged and fierce,

they were hidden by a beauty that no eye could pierce.

So now the smith sits behind his wall in full armor,

wondering if anyone ever will conquer,

or burn down these walls and tear them asunder,

who knew the true meaning of Smith..

would be such a blunder.