I can feel the slang hanging in the air
All the words that just aren’t there
But were said somewhere
Like Rob whispers secrets 
And I know that they’ll all keep it 
In the silent bond
And I abscond 
But I know in truth 
Prisms refracting light of my youth
Will always hold their colour
As life around me gets duller
With the encroach
My grandmother used to wear a broach
To special occasions and sometimes Mass
I wondered when I’d get to pass
That hallowed hall
And I walk with my hand on the wall
The paper would scratch my fingers
And we are family of singers
In the booth 
And the proof
Of our love is long lasting heart
Even when life tears us apart 
Like little fibres
And the tigers
That roam the forest purr
I always wanted to be her
But somewhere, somehow something has changed
All the stars have rearranged
And I sit in my own boots
You know the one with the roots
That anchor me deep 
Into an earth that does not sleep 
But watches with one eye open 
All your errant, fervent coping 
That the seasons do
I don’t want to lose any of you
But I feel the pull
Drag me somewhere and the wool
That was once draped over the back of the chair 
Is now threadbare 
And I must make my place somewhere 
That echoes true 
I hope to make you proud with what I do 

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