Much More To Do

When it cracked, when it bled

My brain, it readjusted

Violently against my skull

With fist that flew and thrusted

The shock, it sent me to a daze

Just lying there, a dead girl gaze

While fingers wrapped around my neck

They squeezed and chocked and left their mark

My head, it slammed into the brick

So quick and sharp, it made me sick.

The concrete stained with thick black blood

My thoughts faded and turned to mud

And every gasp and every blow

Brought me closer to the fire below

But He swooped in and saved the day

He said you better start to pray

For one more chance, I’ll give to you.

You’re not done yet, much more to do.