dust on a floor

gonna build me build me
not one more, I says to the lord
cos my hands is sore
and my bones is broke from them
homes before
cos they crashed lord, crashed
to just dust on a floor
all those bricks I bin piling lord, to
so darn fine, well they fell lord,
fell, I darn wasted my time
and I'm tired lord, cannot build me
no more, cos I'm hurt lord, weak
and alone, that's forΒ sure
gonna build me build me not one
more, I've a tree for my shelter
and some leaves for a bed
and I'm done with the trying lord
and glad that it's said
cos my heart is a'leaking lord
my eyes wrung and dead.
MΒ ~
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I love that phrasing and word play you've created well written
Aw thankyou Lisa...hugs X