Bricks

I got bricks
Big blood red bricks
stacked up around me
Piled and surrounding the Me who I am not to be

I can hardly breath
I need air that's clean
Not blood red dust from the blood red blocks
stacked up around me like immovable rocks

I need light that's bright
cause the bricks have walled-off all my sight

I'm blind and bound
I can't move myself across any more ground
I'm stuck in the muck and the cud and the mud
and these dark red bricks soaked deep with blood
Sticking and staying in place
until a Redeemer comes to show me grace
and take my place

Until then I'll keep hidden my face
from these blood stained stones
crushing down on my bones