Falling, Calling, Taken Away

It’s four hundred degrees but your skin is still cold,

My friend, what have you become?

Take me back where you belong.

This doesn’t feel right anymore

Sitting there with that sweater on, singing some song

You make me feel as if some kind of animal,

Swimming in shallow waters, late in the fall

You always catch me off guard,

My friend where have you gone?

It’s like amazing grace, but without the found,

This won’t make sense to the average,

But to you I’m a savage,

So watch me drown, going down

You’re eating me away like algae in the sea,

No gain, no more pain as your fee, I’m free,

My friend who have you become?

My body, what have you done.

We’re gone.

Freedom.