Mrs. Jonathan ( Gift of God )

i  ride 

with a thorn 

in my side

that i wish 

i could hide 

for a kiss 

or 

to be 

a Mrs. Bride 

but damn 

here i am

feeling like 

pressed ham 

on a sandwich 

yeah feeling 

flat, whack 

and damage 

but then 

comes a gust 

of wind 

and 

the fight 

of 

the light 

begin