The biting stillness of your voice alone
Betrays the child who's crouched inside my fear
And clutching close the bars of my mind-cage,
But then you turn and hold out all your love.
It's not your fault my demons never die,
But still you try to loose their phantom hands.

You built my faith from dreams and your two hands,
You gave it me and said I'm not alone,
And some days now I do not want to die.
Though still it seems I'm tied to you by fear,
You call to me to walk within your love
And find the world that stands outside my cage.

I've long been safe (though sad) inside my cage,
And so sometimes I shrink from your sweet hands
That only heal and tell me of your love,
For if I stay I must be quite alone.
And yet your words and touch surpass my fear:
Today, at least, I know I cannot die.

You said you'd join me if I were to die,
But though these demons goad me in my cage,
And tell me it's your care that I should fear,
I would not wish to kill you with these hands,
Nor leave you (breaking oath) here all alone;
It's not a thing to ask of any love.

You've pledged to me your fealty and your love,
A thing that, says the song, will never die.
And yet I wonder if I'll be alone,
Just as before, but locked outside my cage.
And still I doubt, but cease beneath your hands
And let you softly kiss away my fear.

But still in you remains the gripping fear
That I will in the end deny your love,
Brush off the solace of your gentle hands,
And creep away so I can better die,
And yet still live in darkness in my cage,
And leave the children in our souls alone.

But this you should not fear; I will not die,
Not while you love, and now, I think, my cage
Shall fall from out my hands to rust alone.

February '03

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