Breathing Spirit - Chandeen

Air of mine…

Air, air of mine…

The singers poem as an occurred one

Aggrieved afore as an occurred one

Air of mine…

Air of mine…

I the absence of warmth

I start feeling confused

Undefined irritations populating my soul

This burning in my head

What is in that took me there?

What will get me out and who will find me here?

Endless still shattering my heart crashing my mind pulling me apart

The terror of a mighty storm is freeing my soul