BREATHE

I put my face in my hands
And tears begin to roll down my palm
Washing and cleansing me
Of the pain from my past experience
The desire I once had for living
is beginning to fill my lungs with air
And I can breathe again
Again I breathe
Again I breathe
This breath in my lungs
Strenghtens every muscle in my being
"M.C."
I hear my voicebox call out to you
My stretched arm
Remote and independent
It reached out to touch your soul
Put your face in my hands
Let your tears release you of your past pain
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe Min
Breathe again.
And again.