A Woodridged Circle
Winds that call Winds that fly Winds that un Winds that die Call my name Call me shame Call from above Call to the low Aim for the head Aim for the heart Aim for the fragile things Aim for the kill again Kill me on a Monday Kill me in public's eye Kill me in private quarters Kill me under God's big sky Take my belongings Take the house my hands built Take the well I drink from Take it all and poison it still Wonder who you are Wonder who am I Wonder again and again Wonder why? Bury the memory Bury the hatchet Bury your valuables Bury the lies
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