So slowly I’m losing
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
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