No Surrender, No Waste

In this shed with many tools
trying to work out my thought,
unhappy where my life has come
when will I use the knowledge I've got,

Is there enough time left
To set a new foundation,
Will the cement dry in place
or a river of tears flood my creation,

If shoveling away the top layer
Is not sufficient to plant new seed,
Do I need to turn the soil
To look deep and pull the weed,

Can new walls protect this heart
from being crushed again,
Is a new roof necessary
to hide from the pain,

When the sidewalk is laid
And the paint has dried,
the tools in my mind weren't wasted
if I got back up and tried