In You I have Peace

The long tongs
Of their tongues pin me
And the hammers
Of their blunt words nail me
The bellows
Of their empty wisdom wail against me

But in you I have peace
The shade upon my right hand

Friend, friend, friend
Friend? Liar
They say love, love
Could you blaspheme the name of any higher?
And the dove, the dove
Is just a gentle white bird

But in you I have peace
My brother and my keeper

When everytime I try to smile
Facepaint and pantomime
When everytime I try to fly
Redtape and razorwire
When the bird on the wing
Is such a foreign thing

In you I have peace
My brother and my keeper
The shade upon my right hand


Mitch Murphy 2005