"Fight"
May 20, 2000

Look at this ghost
He's got me whipped
All through the night
Fight
Might couldn't tear me
Away from his sight
How unjust this world
Of obsession seems
When Webster describes us
Both as one tease
And he has got me
Down on my knees
Please
Wease as he walks away
What do you want
I'm already taken
In my own mind, whether
Real of just fakin'
'Cause I could never
Abandon this ghost
Whose eyes portray
The heavenly host
Whose got the most
Who'd never boast
Coast
Swing on past
I'll keep you at hand
In case he fades off
To another land
But then I won't stand
For anything less
Than to be in his arms,
Have him in my chest,
Than to be in the band
Of the mighty fortress
And to marvel at him,
The ghost at his best.

Adrienne E Helms
nothingfancy@juno.com

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