MORTAR, parts I-III

MORTAR, I:

You grew up hauling bricks on your back, Painfully dragging you down.

Denying any help, you carried those bricks every day, a solo mission against the world.

Now maybe If you let me help

Maybe if you let us help

Those bricks you bore

Might’ve put up a stairway to let people in

Instead of a wall to keep people out

MORTAR,, II:

Shadow falls on my face looking up at your creation

You don’t stand on top as king

You didn’t build this for power

Money

Success

You built this

To hide

You built a wall from brick and mortar, carefully crafting the cement of your mind

Locked it down, no gate no key

No access point allowed

They bear their weapons one by one trying to chip away at your fortress

Nonetheless, they remained out there and you remained behind the prison of your creation

Relentlessly tortured by the banging of those desperate for a breakthrough

You put up walls

They tried to break you

You put up walls

So I learned to climb

MORTAR,,, III:

I learned my foothold

What a curious way to go about

I didn’t try to break you down

I simply let myself in

I learned how to climb walls so well that no wall you built could keep me out

Then you built a window

Let in some light

And you and I

Became royalty