Whose Wires Are This

Whose child is this
That hung from the wires.
Whose child is this
Whose soul was consumed entire.

My time has come
To be that child, who is this
That has come and go,
Whose child is this,
Whose toys were old.

Who never had female toys,
And could never grow old.

Whose child is this
That hung from the wires.
Whose child is this
Whose soul was consumed entire.

Perhaps this child of this,
That child that could.

Could someday fall from above,
From the wires.

My time has come
To be that child, who is this
That has come and go,
Whose child is this,
Whose toys were old.

Who never had female toys,
And could never grow old.