27/03/2026
You own the architecture of the stars,
A mansion built beyond the broken bars.
Your floors are glass, your walls are endless light,
A perfect blueprint, safe every night.
But down here, Lord, the soil is heavy clay,
I need a shelter just to face the day.
You have a home in Heaven, Hey Lord,
Help me build this mud home in the earth.
Where every beam is crooked, every board is stained,
A temporary kingdom fiercely gained.
In your high city, there is no crime,
But I am living here for the taste of Pride.
In your domain, the ledger is erased,
No shadow falls, no memory is chased.
The air is clean, the silence is complete,
No bitter harvest gathered at your feet.
But I breathe dust, and I crave the fight,
I need the friction of the wrong and right.
This fragile structure holds the weight of me,
A monument to my own vanity.
You have a home in Heaven, Hey Lord,
Help me to build this mud home in the earth.
Where every beam is crooked, every board is stained,
A temporary kingdom fiercely gained.
In your high city, there is no crime,
But I am living here for the taste of Pride.
I know the cost of this foundation laid,
The heavy price for every choice I made.
The clay will crack, the straw will surely rot,
But this is the only ground that I have got.
I cannot climb the ladder you designed,
Just help me keep the roof above my mind.
Help me build this mud home,
Just until the morning comes.
Help me build this mud home,
Before the dust returns to dust.
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