No choir in the throat Just the ash in how I breathe Same gold leaf on the edge Same oath under the teeth I ain’t rise out of grace I got sealed into this I wore the vow through Marble in the step Whole floor learn the weight of it Black suit on the frame Still a stain in the making of it All that looked like mercy got thinned to a script in me I wore the vow through I wore the vow through Seal it in the bone now I wore the vow through No way back from the tone now Hands don’t shake at the altar That part already died Same cut in the cloth Same dark under the shine All that looked like calling was the narrowing of choice Every psalm got quieter the deeper it got voiced I don’t wear the form now It settle in the spine Same Sunday-shoe polish Less of what was mine They call that being finished I know it as the due I wore the vow through I wore the vow through Seal it in the bone now I wore the vow through No way back from the tone now Used to think the vow was something spoken over fire Now it live in how I stand How I cut How I tire Same hymn in the distance Same ash inside the gold All that looked like fullness left a colder kind of hold If a little part survived It don’t speak above a whisper Camera flash hit the cuff Still the soul turn dimmer They gon’ call it glory if they only see the view I wore the vow through I wore the vow through Seal it in the bone now I wore the vow through No way back from the tone now Same gold More ash
