101093 Leicester General Hospital 101095 Move NW9 130498 Given Stammer 080912 Barbican Young Poet
In Connections & Crossroads
Me and my faith were running away
My faith was running from me
My faith was running away with me
My faith was running me
My faith was a colour and now it’s running
I put faith in where I’m running to
point to who you think’s the treadmill in the relationship; We point to each other
My faith lost itself in me
it died with my mother’s father
My mother has no faith in me, My dad killed his faithMy dad’s son has no faith
My dad has no son.
My faith is like my shadow: it won’t leave me; but it will change position
With faith you can become something you’ve never seen.
I know I’m becoming my dad.
My dad is running from his faith
I have been running from my faith
My faith barks at faiths bigger than itself
My faith was a church and experts flew into it
I cut my faith off to see if it’d grow back
My faith was growing its thousandth tongue