Knock the wind out of me

The last love that broken
Fool of thousand burnt, burdened
Breathless makes more sense
Sensed and percepted
Lifed a little much

Knocking the wind right out of me
Somehow thought enters the mind
The concrete presses down the line
Mistaken jade to breathe
Head down, I don't want to see
Crawl through meant to be
Knife to the bone
Needle the known
Sew me back and set me walking

The last love that broken
Fool of thousand burnt, burdened
Breathless makes more sense
Sensed and percepted
Lifed a little much

Somehow thought enters the mind
Knocking the wind right out of me
Mistaken jade to breathe
The concrete presses down the line
Head down, I don't want to see
Crawl through meant to be
Knife to the bone
Needle the known
Sew me back and set me walking


COPYRIGHT 2008 WILLIAM S. MONROE