The leaves drift and blow away

As the November wind moves and calms my soul

Wiping my tears from my face

Drying them, leaving only a very faint trace

My heart is broken in two

He's six feey under, but he was only five years young

And I stand here, delivering this poem to you

One wrong move could shatter me
But God, I wish you would break me
I just want to live beyond myself
Beyond these limitations I've found, or founded
I wish you would take me in your arms
Or maybe I'm thinking of the prince of last night's romance novel
I wish you would ruin me, thoroughly
Because if you broke me God would have to remake me
And for a while I'd be free
I wish could escape you
And the air I breathe
And the body I wear
And the face I have