There is a lark in my chest that
Wants to escape
But I don’t let him.
He sings and flaps and
Makes a big ruckus and I say:
Quiet!
Nobody wants to see you,
Not the beggars, the whores,
Especially not the priests,
And he quietens a little.

There is a lark in my chest that
Wants to escape
But I don’t let him.
I ask:
Do you want to ruin all I have built?
My company, my name, my kingdom?
Don’t screw me over now.
And I bury him deeper inside,
Where he will never be heard.

There is a lark in my chest that
Wants to escape
But I drown him
In vodka and smoke and coke
A chamber of blissful death,
And he sleeps a little.
But whenever I think it’s over,
He sings that that stupid song
Again and again and again.

One night, I am weak and
have had enough,
I let him out and he soars and sings
And the world listens, pauses,
Like an oak bending
Towards the sun.
Then the heavens open and
I am blinded by
Glory.
Come back, I say
And he turns,
Looks at me, and sings a song of
Love.
I fall to my knees, shiver,
And almost weep.