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