Three Hits

Three hits to the heart son

and it's poetry in motion

One could send you down

the river three's a strange

way to be delivered

Would you trade your words

for freedom that's a barter for a blind man

Three hits to the heart son

and it's poetry in motion

Are you leveed like

a treasure only words can help me find you

And this world's a fickle measure

I will painfully remind you

From a wise man to your red hand

you lay covered in our best sins

Three hits to the heart son

and it's poetry in motion

Well I dream you constant stranger

with your best bloods and your anger

You say mother do you claim me

my beloved do you blame me

Well the first two might release

you but the last one sings in me son

Three hits to the heart son

and it's poetry in motion