9000 Lives (2007)

Whispering words to the dead and gone.
Trying to lift the heavily fallen.
Wishing for things that never will be,
I always return to you and me.

To me your a cat with 9000 lives,
And to catch you in my arms I've 9000 tries,
And I'll be pursuing it even when I don't even want,
Your soul is awake in me, its a terrible haunt.

I've a clever little memory that takes the good,
Forgets the bad, and says 'understood'.
So you have no faults, you never could,
To get it through you'll be knocking on wood.

© 2010 Ryan Fletcher