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