Building With Passion

With hands and heart and sweat and toil,

I set to work upon the soil,

And dreamt of what I'd build today,

With hammer, nail, and saw in play.

I measured twice and cut just once,

Each board a piece of my own punch,

My vision clear, my goal in sight,

I built and built with all my might.

The structure rose, a thing of pride,

Its walls a fortress, strong and wide,

Its roof a shelter from the storm,

Its windows open to the morn.

And in its walls, I poured my soul,

Each board a story, rich and whole,

A testament to what I'd done,

A symbol of the light I'd won.

For in the act of building, I,

Had built a world that touched the sky,

A world of hope and strength and grace,

A world that time could not erase.

So let me build, and build with care,

And know that in each board, I'll share,

A part of me that's strong and true,

A part of me that's built for you