Apr 24, 2025
Bricks of Us
You bring a brick, I bring one too,
Each shaped by storms that we've been through.
Some are smooth, some chipped and worn, Stories carved where hearts were torn.
From separate walls, we take them down, No need for thrones, no need for crowns.
We stack them high, side by side, A place where love and trust reside.
Not just mine, not only yours, But something new, with open doors.
A home that stands through wind and rain, Built from hope, not fear or pain.