Identity (Wovenwar)

All your merits worth showing are in the weight of a palm From the hand you've been holding and what's left to pass on Just as you are there's little offered at all So fasten tight to your gripping Pinned to a sleeve Posing for all to see With no mark to call your own Nothing is yours, yours to leave Beyond who you please What copels you is gleaming from the glare of a crown When you cling to lights beaming It always keeps what you have to shine down Just as you are there's little offered at all So fasten tight to your gripping Pinned to a sleeve Posing for all to see With no mark to call your own Nothing is yours, yours to leave Beyond who you please The faithless will always forget, a heartbeat for wants in their head Forlorn wit needs never met The blame's on us who'd woven the thread Pinned to a sleeve Posing for all to see With no mark to call your own Nothing is yours, yours to leave But if you pin to belief Own an identity and a mark to call your own Something that's yours could be seized Beyond who you please