OUR MANSION

Where we come from

Is a conundrum

For it reflects our sordid past

Despite all that we have given

It's still hard to hide from that

So we make our attestations

And we try not to be trifle

But still there, as we swear it

It's like swearing on the Bible

Our future's a reflection

Of the things that came before

But our now - here in the present

Is our need for something more

So as we build it

Must be careful

Not to build from in the past

Those tools we used are broken

And are sharp like broken glass

Instead our new creation

We must build from little pieces

That survived all the transgressions

Of those people now beneath us

Build our mansions

Like in heaven

Like tomb raiding, crazed adventurers

Holding hands we'll build our passions

From thrift shop clothes

and furniture

Each new piece tho' - as we build it

Will be carved from solid gold

Well have a story to go with it

That we'll retell when we are old

Tiger claws and carvings

Double-paned and inlaid windows

Every story as we tell it

Will teach of each crescendo

How we fought for every item

How we survived to find each other

How we each had half the cards

And then shuffled them together

How we started out with good

And then built things up to better

But the things that really mattered

Were the ones we built together

How together we are more

Then we ever were separately

Because - for the first time

We weren't limited by necessities

Instead we built foundations

And then added with expansion

All around our

Perfect Hearts

At the centre of our mansion