Secrets of a Resident

If I were made of sticks and straw

You’d think that I was weak

And I might not keep the promises

That I was meant to keep

If I were made of sticks and straw

My cracks would surely show

My fragilities laid open then

Brought down by one more blow

If I were made of sticks and straw

No nerves or veins or blood

This heavy load would crack the seams

With all lost in the flood

If I were made of sticks and straw

No lessons left to learn

I’d tempt the flame to feel again

I just might let them burn