I will never let go . . .

Tiqvah is a cord of hope,

not a noose around a neck.

String you up? Never. Nope.

I’m off the tracks, yet not a wreck.

Open book, read ‘twixt my lines.

Mixing metaphors, I’m free

to break the rules; pay the fines.

I write on pages most of me,

all part and parcel, particle,

no jot nor tittle goes away.

Epic tale, one article,

my pen is how and what I say.


Citizen of Glass lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

“Gläserner Bürger”