My Blood
The miles I’d walk for her,
I wouldn’t for my blood.
I’d race into a blur;
I’d come to halt the flood.
If it’s meant to occur,
I’ll wait to watch it bud,
Endure all—through the whirr,
Dragged gently through the mud.
The miles I’d walk for her,
I wouldn’t for my blood.
I’d race into a blur;
I’d come to halt the flood.
If it’s meant to occur,
I’ll wait to watch it bud,
Endure all—through the whirr,
Dragged gently through the mud.