I am tracing the roots of an old grown pain
Set aside for a day and the day never came
And the pain giving way to the rust on the gate
To feel plans and the pain in your right
Shoulder blade
And the look your and the
rain comes flooding right back and in an
Way It’s okay
sharing the question sounds
I charge of
speaking in tongues to
But I’ve caught before anyone out
blood the gums a mouth for peace
in gums mouth
I am looking for peace to my lungs so get okay