For When Is Its First Thought Born
There's a tree where my mouth used to be
and i cant find the man who lives within me
Teaching my soul what skin feels like
Not sure but maybe i might
Dancing to the beat
that seems to find my feet
And singing words
No praise to any lords
Wonder if you die does the brain see it coming
For when is its first thought born
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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