I dreamt of a house made of stone,
Somewhere to live, to make a home.
A solid rock, a base, a foundation,
A sourse of price, joy and elation.

I assumed it was on solid land,
I could not tell it was built on sand,
As it started to lean, I just tilted my head,
Ignoring the fact that the dream was dead.

Dreaming still whilst walking tall,
I woke as I walked into your wall,
With open eyes I saw my dream crumble,
The house I had built, crash and tumble.

Your wall was strong, built on a solid base,
Not a house yet, but just the face,
A reality to hope in, to build up with you,
We design what we feel, what we say and do.

Written by MMTM - Late ’94