The wind blows
On the tip of my wings...

I've got this shake
Like an earthquake in me...

I feel my world slipping from my fingers,
Inch by inch and mile by mile...

To all my friends,
Dearest and all...

My bare feet slap the cold hard floor
A race to my heart, my love...

I can't seem to write
My hands have gone dead...

Past the meadows
Where a quiet willow dances...

My dearest
You've taken me by surprise...

A million thoughts cloud my mind
While this thin blanket attempts its heat...

It seems life has hit like a fist
Again this knife seems so kind...

Tear it from my chest he said
To be rid of all that is dead...

My feelings are hitting
Like a rapid whirl wind...