Frequency

I; tall in being
Breathe deep for the sake of concern
Often agape and dismantled
Drowning my meaning
Liquid gold curiously coating my veins
For me, comfort at depth
Holds the key to my dreams
A manifest before myself and God
I'm sure mary would approve
The mother reaches with a silent arm
And a lame tongue to agree
If she and the father only knew
The bastard son i really am