Breath of Man

There's a silence that brings me here again to soften my heavy tread

There's a power source beneath our skin, you can use it if you care

There's an energy force that holds me here. Gravity seeks revenge

But it's the currency that worries me. It's holding out a hand

Breath of Man

It's the hard and fast, the push and pull that signify a place

But the smoke creeps up, heavy stranglin' limbs and wraps its legs around your waist

Your tiny human lungs and weak beatin' hearts. Give you body to the race

Soil and bones with a sun in gold – she exhales a hurricane