Identity - Wovenwar

All your merits worth showing are in the weight of a palm

From the hand you’ve been holding and what’s left to pass on

Just as you are there’s little offered at all

So fasten tight to your gripping

Pinned to a sleeve

Posing for all to see

With no mark to call your own

Nothing is yours, yours to leave

Beyond who you please

What copels you is gleaming from the glare of a crown

When you cling to lights beaming

It always keeps what you have to shine down

Just as you are there’s little offered at all

So fasten tight to your gripping

Pinned to a sleeve

Posing for all to see

With no mark to call your own

Nothing is yours, yours to leave

Beyond who you please

The faithless will always forget, a heartbeat for wants in their head

Forlorn wit needs never met

The blame’s on us who’d woven the thread

Pinned to a sleeve

Posing for all to see

With no mark to call your own

Nothing is yours, yours to leave

But if you pin to belief

Own an identity and a mark to call your own

Something that’s yours could be seized

Beyond who you please