Oh
don't let the wind
change the way
of your arteries and veins.

Oh
let the travels you made
have gone okay;
I hope you didn't sit quietly
on the train.

Oh
have people changed
you?
The things you used to say
made it worth the way
I came.

Oh
let showers under stars
lift up those prison bars.
Refuse to let life char
you.
Just drown down with me into the salt marsh.