Breaking

All this time passes,
the structure standing tall.
Looking at it's beautifully finished walls,
Now that I have seen its guts, I know that this is not just a house,
It's a home.
This is the collaboration of all mankind bonding together to build a home for the future.
They can look back proudly and know that they did that,
they can feel a well open up, and draw from the fountain of life below.
They alone hold the key. They are the home makers,
they are the ones that work to bring us what we have forgotten.
They are beautiful people, and they are perhaps the wisest of us all.
Working from where there used to be nothing but dirt,
they rise up and make it into something beautiful.
They hold the key in their hands.
In the manila envelope, you may think the answer to the whole house lies,
but truly in the end it is their decision whether or not the house stands or falls.
Every nail, every board, every scrap of metal, everything left behind, wishes written on boards to be covered up and never seen again.
This will be a happy home because it is made of happy thoughts.
When you think about it,
it gives a new meaning to the word 'home'.
It's no longer a place you occupy, but it's an essential part of being alive. You are but the nails of your house,
every scrap of wood being held together by you.
Without you, the essential ingredient would be missing. There can be no house without nails, because without nails there is no support, just people being stiff as a board, never opening up their hearts to you. You need someone to get to the depths of your heart, and to make you feel like nothing else in the world can take you away from them, no hammer is strong enough to take you from the board, no nail fits more perfectly.