Battering Ram

The Moon is out

The fire’s Fanned

The sheets are crumpled and the covers are damp

My breath weaves heavy as I gear up to stand 

Her soft words have hit me like a battering ram

A battering ram

a battering ram

Her soft words have hit me like a battering ram

a battering ram

a battering ram

Her soft words have hit me like a battering ram

The air is calm, the dim is set

The night hounds haven’t hee-yippy-yayed yet

I can stir the cauldron with the quip she said

For hours on hours on hours on end

A battering ram

a battering ram

Her soft words have hit me like a battering ram

a battering ram

a battering ram

Her soft words have hit me like a battering ram

I try out a tidbit to relate but my voice is trembling I can hardly keep straight

My city of origin from where I belong her soft words have hit me, I can’t soldier on

A battering ram

a battering ram

Her soft words have hit me like a battering ram

a battering ram

a battering ram

Her soft words have hit me like a battering ram

A battering ram 

The Moon is out

The fire’s Fanned

The sheets are crumpled and the covers are damp

My breath beats heavy as her smooth lines land

Smashing new gaps in everything that I am

A battering ram

a battering ram

Her soft words have hit me like a battering ram

a battering ram

a battering ram

Her soft words have ripped me like a Raggedy Anne