Cardinals, basil, baseball and basilica
It’s mine
So I
can do with it what I want
My domain
My castle
Extends into the sky
Don’t cross this line
It’s mine to cross alone
Just read the sign
We never call the cops
It’s not a bird house
It’s a bird home
For the cardinals in my yard
It’s the skull
Of the last one
Who dared upon my throne
It’s not a bird house
It’s a bird home
Hanging from the tree
That I gaze on
From my window
A former enemy
My basilica
My cathedral
Rich with treasures gilded gold
A wonderous gate to heaven
The last thing you’ll behold
And I’ve always loved baseball
But St Louis left me cold
Basil’s growing in my garden
Where the cardinals decompose
This bat is made of lumber
Their home is made of bone
Blood waters the soil
And is drunk up by the stone
I’ve finally found my place down
A lord of this worried Earth
My concern’s never petty
My continuous rebirth
@tuesdaygray Feb 2022
Epic song! Really cool beat and I love the lyrics, especially "it's not a bird house, it's a bird home" Your voice goes perfectly, great job!