The Strength of a Man

His arms are the walls of my fortress,
they surround, protect, and sustain me;
Without his brick and mortar, I am powerless.

In his ears, my fears I do confess.
Together, we conquer them and they cease to be;
His arms are the walls of my fortress.

When weary, his body is my mattress,
a soft place to land, yet solid enough to hold me;
Without his brick and mortar, I am powerless.

This miracle, dare I second guess?
He keeps at bay, the flood waters of the human sea.
His arms are the walls of my fortress.

When my world crumbles to a jumbled mess,
he rebuilds my soul, his words chosen carefully;
Without his brick and mortar, I am powerless.

The long days when I yearn to regress,
he binds our hearts and our hands, and leads us boldly.
His arms are the walls of my fortress;
Without his brick and mortar, I am powerless.