Make my decisions, carry my flame. Reading my lines for the camera's stare. Sentenced to follow. . Mental incisions easy to trace. Recycled all of my daily rhymes.
I shivered and listened. To a cold night's warning. I've never walked closer. To the edge of the dawning. . Every step that I take. Could carry me homeward.
Holy, this night that I pray. From the womb of my dying mother. The blood of her thigh reveals her shame. . The scanning and screening my mind. Wasn't born to cry my heart out.