Breath is a Dagger
A breath is a dagger for my heart
And if I try to wrench it out
I'll only come apart
I walk, (more like stagger)
down the dark paths of my mind
And I feel so afraid that I
cannot face what lurks in the shadows
A flickering candle, more constant - the nail
Instead of burning out forever it drives into
me where I'm frail
In the shadows In the shadows
Writer/s: Kristy Thirsk / The Rose Chronicles
