Oh, This is my favorite cage
It grows up around me like silver strands
Of briar and roses, wisdom and rage,
To cradle my heart like a bird in your hands—
Of briar and roses, wisdom and rage,
Oh, this is my favorite cage.
It grows up around me like silver strands
And cradles my heart like a bird in your hands
This is a beautiful war to be sure
A surrendering hero’s name will be sung
Or scratched in the sand like some secret cure
When all else has failed and the battle seems won—
Scratched in the sand like some secret cure,
Oh, this is a beautiful war to be sure.
A surrendering hero’s name will be sung
When all else has failed and the battle feared won
This is the storm more perfect than peace
A flash in the dark setting fire to trees,
Wresting my faith down out of the eaves,
Bending my will back up on of its knees
This is the loveliest tumble from grace
Into the arms of what is unbound
From gravity’s rule by a glimpse of your face
It sets to falling what will never touch ground—
From gravity’s rule by a glimpse of your face
Oh, this is the loveliest tumble from grace;
Into the arms of what is unbound,
You set me to falling and I’ll never touch ground