Grabbing To The Dasies Poem by Jackie Thielman

I’m flying through the wind,
grabbing to the daisies,
searching for my soul.
Where will my sorrow end?

Will it end, will it end…
At the nock at Death’s door stop?
Please save my soul.
Please save my soul!
Please save my soul,
My wings of strength!

I have been staring you down,
And you won’t win this town!
I’ve pierced you in the heart,
You can not tear me a part; I have traded metal strength for love.

When will it end, if it will end…?
At the knock at Death’s door stop?
Please save my soul.
Please save my soul!
Please save my soul,
My wings of strength!