I Think of It In Music
What a life I lead,
When my tones break free
And my stomach churns to spew my soul.
What a life I lead
To make my wounds not bleed
What a life I lead to make me whole
Can you weave my web
Could you spin my thread
Are you the one that occupies my head
What a life I've lead
When my alive feels dead
And my stomach refuses to churn any longer
What a life I've lead
All these things in my head
I can not help but feel that much stronger
Copyright © Frank Cipriani | Year Posted 2009
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