all of this morning felt poured out of a truck
a little bit hardened and a little mixed up
flowing to find a place in the mold
you'd never imagine i could hold you hold you
grey and i'm slumping but solid in time
got steel for my bones and i'm good under pressure
she came along and gave me her hand and i'll keep it
forever and ever and ever and ever and...
it will be my whole life until i reach full strength
well my girl she's gone now and her hand
started a crack that runs deep in me
but i've got her children and her children's children
and her children's children's children
they've built a mighty house
and it's walls are standing true on me
and i'm staying here as long as i can
surprising inspectors with my silent power
and it'll be my whole life until i reach full strength
i know i won't last forever
but i'm not one to fear final days
although i've sometimes wished i was a pier
i'd collapse into the waves
but i know i've not been carrying her handprint in vain
she'll recognize it in me when i come to see her
again
and it will be my whole life before i reach full strength
concreteman
BacK
copyright 2004 daniel s.
zimmerman