Fifty Three

I float on the breeze, heaven's in my soul, no need to say please, bear witness to my sighs, still less about our home, with your weary lies, it's nothing to me, better that i groan, with this sense of ease, you mark many a night, battered with the blow, you won't hear me crying, a taste of release, I strike a cheerful tone, it strips out any dignity, squirms when all right, smoke and think of loans, don't try to be wise, it just goes to show, when i'm off the leash, cars seek out my bones, better not to speak.