Who Belongs to Whom?

I put the book and the mirror down
I put the telephone down, and there is a sunshine

Why am I bundled in memories?
Why do I speak in patterns and ancient grievances?

I put a foot forward, take a step
And a lifetime comes with me - or maybe falls away

I watched my mother grow old, unarmed
She laid down her sword and shield to dance up the sunshine

Out in the world I hear endless talk
Inside our walls there's a voice that speaks only to me

What is a child? Who belongs to whom?
We are tightly woven and can't ever come undone

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