I'll have weeks that I'm so broken
I can write like you have spoken
Then a shallow spot I'll find
A deeply troubled reeling mind
And like Grace the feathered leaf
She's a writer no not a thief
Except when she has come come to find
A deeply troubled reeling mind
Keep on drifting to you hit the ground
And when you land don't make a sound
Then the folio yeah it comes to say
Take what you need, throw the rest away
I look over, maybe twice
I picked the one who who did entice
Still you won't be able to clearly hide
A deeply troubled reeling mind
It's easy for a man to do
All the things his queen asks him to
Still tomorrow she's gone from his side
And left his troubled reeling mind
