Rightly Jennings Poet Lyric

Sacred Heart

Sacred Heart


The uphill spring of this morning's events
Has washed me clean of all common pretense
Swept up in the rush and I once more...  
Into a world of punches, go bruised and sore

Suffer fools sadly, with my savoir-faire
Leave the table hungry, why should I care 
Th' sandman didn't come, up since the dawn
Walk against the wind, walking in the sun

Feel the pull, the improbable, my first born
Without my sacred heart I might get something done
   Sacred Heart

Now, I don't mind trouble, I hold my own
But she's the one thing moving I call home 
I'll not see her though, not if she sees me first
Relaying anecdotes, if that's the way it works, then it works

She's the stuff n'sure enough second to none
Without my sacred heart there's little to be won
        Sacred Heart

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