Pies in a round eye Shown to be, the coming rain Reigning with ourselves, mirrors or lies To take advantage of a meager silence, that came
My name... Pride in a rolling haze Suggesting the health of compliment, to shame The world you seek, is a round eye in a daze
My calling... To wishes that subtlety claimed is vanity Doors of acquired tastes, and the bother of falling Into sincere enough arms for a rush of sanity
My home... Songs that care for one step more, thresholds Of courage with a stiff upper lip, see the known Like a friend has two fates, willful or guidance's jewel's
My number... Tree's of fortitude and exaction, expecting one in return Totaled hindrance and careful reasons, taken to fruit of the humbler Advance of conscience on a rule of thumb, that is a prowess's quiet earn
My silence... Is bought by it, et al Judged like the marvel, we tell a story to, on the chin Living day to day, in a head to share, what will...