The Ache Wind Blows

[Verse 1]
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes—
Every place the ache wind blows.
Morning starts with a careful count,
Which sore spot gets to speak the loudest now?
I smile and say, “I’m doing fine,”
While pain keeps time inside my spine.

[Chorus]
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes—
That’s where the weather in my body goes.
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes—
Some days I bend; some days I just go slow.

[Verse 2]
The doctor asks me, “Rate it, please,”
I need a number past the threes.
I’ve learned the map of every flare,
The quiet tricks, the extra care.
Plans get folded, plans get made—
I’m still here, even when I’m frayed.

[Bridge]
If I sing the rhyme, I make it mine,
A little laugh against the grind.
No magic cure, no neat refrain—
Just me, still showing up through pain.

[Outro]
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes—
I’m more than where the hurting goes.