Take me or go The days go softly
Braised and coughing
There's no turning
There's no stopping Tell me a little more what you are
Show you a lit more, little me
No more blaming the faulty parts
No more surrender to faulty needs
The days go lightly
The awakened by nightly
Struck by thoughts
Of what it might be
Gazing softly
Praise the body
Strike me now
I'll go down fighting