A Bath in Dirt,,Winters Breeze Falling leaves with the same Chill as yesterday,,I sit among tides of time wishing this Day Had never Come,For this Day is the Day I bath in the soil of this Earth,Why do you sit among these tree's with such Sadness,Sounds of a Trouble Heart that you play this song,I too know this song of screaming Swans,I'm Nor a Swan nor a Child that I moan in my sorrow alone,why do you Bath in the Soils of this earth ,I have a bad Taste In my mouth That this Love I had once,Has Left to Bad of a Taste in my Mouth from Basking,In my own sorrows another Sour day like yesterday,Repeating the Same bath as I do Every day that this taste will go away,Winter Breezes with Falling Leaves your My Chill of Yesterdays,I'll just sit here and Bath to the sour taste In my mouth go's away,CPR 2007 James Landry,