Breathless, again.

Flaming leaves, brisk evening walks
it's fall, season of memories.....

Escuchela, la ciudad respirando
escuchela la ciudad respirando
escuchela...escuchela...escuchela

One Breath
he breaths in cyanide, it's not him but me that died
New to the world, eyes open wide
hearing nothing but truths though it's telling him lies
He and I are the same, but I can't play life's game
He wonders why I start to cry, sputter truths then start to die
"Why can't I give what you need? It's not that hard concrete"
He smiles sweet and serene not knowing what I mean
He doesn't want charity, he's a rarity
At nine he thinks the world's benign,
with all his suffering far behind:
no dinner on your plate, dad's home late,
apartment for two, but its sleepin eight
he's thinkin: anomaly
not fate
I spell the word 'precursory'
he takes my breath from me
as he confides, "you can't divine your life or mine"
Fine.
But i see your future on a stake, flames creepin, ready for the take
You're too young to know this fire cant be stopped, its beyond wild
Thats why for now, i claim you as my monday's child






*thanks to blackstar for beat and opening vocals