Three hits to the heart son and it's poetry in motion
  One could send you down the river three's a strange way to be delivered
  Would you trade your words for freedom that's a barter for a blind man
  Three hits to the heart son and it's poetry in motion
  
  Are you leveed like a treasure only words can help me find you
  And this world's a fickle measure I will painfully remind you
  From a wise man to your red hand you lay covered in our best sins
  Three hits to the heart son and it's poetry in motion
  
  Well I dream you constant stranger with your best bloods and your anger
  You say mother do you claim me my beloved do you blame me
  Well the first two might release you but the last one sings in me son
  Three hits to the heart son and it's poetry in motion
  
  Three hits to the heart son and the last one sings in me