I wake each morn
Still in this form
To face the coming day
Unsure of where to plant my feet
I get on my knees and pray
I wash my face
And brush my teeth
And put on all your clothes
Still fragrant with your fragrance
Pleases more than just my nose
Could be silent
To the eyelid
And still wonder if it shows
What's the point in tryna hide something
That everybody knows?
I picture your frame
And whisper your name
And mourn a life that was
And shall not be again
I sit with all these thoughts
And write them down in pen
Spirit says
"You either jump, or live life on the shallow end"
I picture your frame
And whisper your name
And mourn a life that was
And shall not be again
I sit with all these thoughts
And write them down in pen
To mourn a life that was
And shall not be again
