Chris Murdoch

"mortality" Final Draft

It seems I'm just a mortal man
With scribbled details I think unique
It's in the shaking of my hands

I'm in this place, I'm on this land

My voice and heart now feel meek
It seems I'm just a mortal man

My loves lost, fate I didn't plan

In quiet chaos, I can't help but shriek
It's in the shaking of my hands

From crushing thoughts, away I ran

Abundant with flaws, I'll try to tweak
It seems I'm just a mortal man

Knuckles white as I cry 'don't be bland'

The sky will match my eyes, as both grow bleak
It's in the shaking of my hands

Flesh is ordinary, no longer grand

A human life turned into ink
It seems I'm just a mortal man
It's in the shaking of my hands