For every rule

I disobeyed

Each fragile frame

I overstayed

For every line

Misshaped, unclean

Each rhyme too blunt

Each grief unseen

For sins I named

And sins effaced

For reaching where

I should’ve braced…

I offer not

Regret or plea

Just this: the best

You’ll get from me

No gospel here

(No gospel here)

No sacred sign

(No sacred sign)

Just ink and breath

(Just ink and breath)

And both were mine

The perfect truth

For which we crave

My shadow dance

In Plato’s cave

I shape with flame

I guess the form

Then cast my voice

Into the storm

Some echoes rhyme

Some fall apart

But if one line

Still hits your heart…

Then maybe all

These broken spells

Were closer to

The truth than hell

No gospel here

(No gospel here)

No sacred sign

(No sacred sign)

Just ink and breath

(Just ink and breath)

And both were mine

And if one line

Still hits your heart…

Then maybe all

These broken spells

Were closer to

The truth than hell.…

No gospel here

(No gospel here)

No sacred sign

(No sacred sign)

Just ink and breath

(Just ink and breath)

And both were mine

(Just ink and breth)

And both were mine