Breathe to my Soul

This poem kind of came out of the blue, so to not forget it, I wrote it down.

Breathe to my soul
The damaged wind on which we ride
No question on how fast we'll get there
No question on who will make it first.
Breathe to my soul
The delicate cracks in the open wounds
In which we rely to carry us
On our journey through time.
Breathe to my soul
A cold whisper telling me no fears
But telling me it's not hard finding a good experience
Because life, is an experence itself.
Breathe to my soul
Before I tell you good-bye for the very last time.
Oh won't you
Breathe to my soul.