My son, Lord – my heart
My big mouth.
I am turned inside-out,
Inner workings exposed to the light
A compulsion, an exhibition…
There’s no privacy in this family!
Dirty linen, warts and all,
No secret anguish undeclared.
My cards are seen
I don’t know if I win or lose
The stakes are high –
I’ve yet to see the hand You hold
It’s all I have – it’s all I am
I’m walking in the light… so cover me!