Tekster: Sleeping At Last. Birdcage Religion.

Who i?ve sworn to be.
a promise in pencil
that years have made so hard to read.
i?ve spent my life building walls
brick by brick and bruise by bruise...

a birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep.
but time is spinning silk
that coils ruthlessly;
with the devil?s patience,
it binds my hands so quietly
that soon it becomes a part of me.

so soften these edges and straighten out my tie.
and help me remember
the hope that i have compromised.

please be a broken record for me