I’m building this fort one block at a time,
as fast as I can, I‘m running behind,
Three blocks go up, then two fall down,
I’m not too far up off the ground,
If only I had hands to help,
this fort might withstand damage dealt.
I swear sometimes, I am alone,
these people here, this can’t be home.
Disguised as friends, to take from me,
things I’d give them openly.
No matter what I do or say,
to help someone in this same way,
It seems as though I end up standing,
with fortress blocks so condescending,
What exactly do I mean,
that greed has taken self-esteem.
Hope in hearts are infiltrated,
trusting blocks disintegrated.
Loyalty is put to shame,
cause their rules play another game.
Hollow blocks of truth degrade,
and think the friend you would have made.
It could be there, but you can‘t see,
until that day, my enemy.
I’ll not give up, I’m building back,
these fortress walls, I’ll double stack.
My calloused heart, won’t be the same,
but this will not, define my name.
I’ll still be here, building up,
so kindness just might be enough.
And one day bring those helping hands,
to build this fort with our great plans.
Now two blocks up at a time,
with dignity, we will shine,
we will make it to the top,
until that day, I will not stop.