you asked the other night ...

'cause i've walked myself in circles blind, deaf, and mute
in penance for sins comitted yesterday and tomorrow
for lack of my deserving more, but what of ... them
what of grace - oh, that they will be and already are

my lyrics are become poetry pretty as salt
like haikus from the fourth grade
but i'll play some killer lullabies
you'll fight sleep to hear to the end

mama's home now, babies
what do you want to sing tonight
daddy's making dinner
high five