I Am That 'Child' In The Swing

i am that 'child' in the swing, knowing no better i sing. i have no pockets, my words are transparent. and the world knows my face like yours is blank, so i swing. i pull on the rope and i swing. the rope it is long and strong. each thing you have done, my memory is long. what you have done, was wrong. i pull on the rope while i swing. up at the top, bound up tight and your gagged and tethered. so i pull on the rope and i sing. i move it up, you move it down. i pull on the rope just a little bit harder each time. i am that 'child' in the swing. and hanging you down, i have tied off your foot. i am that 'child' in your swing.