The Tyger and the Owl

Strong willed Your a tiger after Your own lamb Come to me gracefully Watch the ripples in my plan I'm an owl Covered by the beat Sitting beside cages And bathing in my own heat Where do we meet? City or frozen tomb- what unpleasant letters speak Can be gathered with a broom Father and mother Inverted beside the bed What conscious planes Can be summoned in our head Alas theres is no way through We've fought for ages And had our way too Now its time to humble And make our pleasant way See me in the past And then we'll have our day