I'm building my castle,
Not with sand but bricks of hustle,
"An empty pocket with a bag of dreams", How will I make it in this bustle?
Too much negativity so I hide in my shell like a turtle,
Many failures that I've cried so much my tears could fill up a bottle,
I'm trying to defeat the world but the world is out to throttle,
The only thing I've got is God and to me that a fortune,
I don't have silver but I have a friend I can talk to,
The one in the mist of the storm He held my hand and we ran through,
He's always true,
And when my dreams fail to realize and my mood is blue,
He walks in like a tool,
Fixes me up, ready to go out there at noon,
So I work everyday till i see the moon,
Turning my dreams into bricks till I've built my castle.
©deryl4
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