Undone

Made of clay

Shoot me down

Ill ricochet to the ground

Words of paint

Draw me out

And fill me in with your mouth

And hold your tongue

And I know its over before its begunI lost my way

So help me out

And lend your hand til I am found

My voice is mute

Not to be heard

So its up to you

For you to bring those wordsI

And I

Have come undone

For the last timeThis grief you give

It takes its toll

It dries my heart and drowns my soul

I am a tree

Whose branch you broke

The brittle wood has turned stones, ohI

And I

Have come undone

For the last time

For the last time

For the last timeI

And I

Have come undone

For the last time

For the last time

For the last time