It was passed among the rest
of them
While playing cards and playing
friends
That some of us are crazy
(With a voice that knew who)
I tied up all my laces
I covered up my faces
And staring in the mirror
I'd dare to wonder who
Was it my father with his
hunting kit
Was it my mother with her
hitting stick
Or was it my auntie who was
always sick
Or was it me -- that was my
biggest fear.
I wouldn't look at anybody
in the eyes
I was afraid they'd realize
I was a crazy in a kid's disguise
And they wouldn't let me go
to summer camp next year.
How they never gave my growth
a rest
At my etiquette or at my breast
Humility the hidden test --
I played along
But going through my day-to-day
I felt sure there was another
way
I was wondering the price
I paid to belong.
I left my father as only daughters
can
I chose to see him as a monster
of a man
I left my mother in her frameless
cage
But never could I shake her
rage
Now you with your visions
And you with your fancies
And you with your stories
I couldn't understand
My childhood adored you
And naked before you
I stand as a witness as timeless
as sand.
White wing mercy carry me
away
I hear them singing clear
from over here.
White wing mercy I don't want
to stay here
White wing mercy Don't you
leave me here.
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