Birdcage Religion

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