these bricks never burn & they can’t be blown down these bricks are mortared together these bricks hold the stories of a once-was-a-town through reasonless seasons of weather these bricks are mortared together sustained by the basement that echoed our poems through reasonless seasons of weather we turned our glass hearts into sturdy brick homes sustained by the footsteps of jazz in the attic anyone lived in a pretty cow town we turned our glass hearts into sturdy brick homes these bricks never burn & they can’t be blown down these bricks never burn & they can’t be blown down they say no to the wolves & the fire this stage made the brick that was laid on the ground by poets who make up a choir they say no to the wolves & the fire words whispered loudly or yelled from the cold by poets who make up a choir i’ll never let go of the truths that were told words whispered loudly or yelled from the cold this stage made the brick that was laid on the ground i’ll never let go of the truths that were told these bricks never burn & they can’t be blown down
