Heart is beating, missing one of quarters.

Heart is beating, missing one of quarters
Why are, you devils, throwing stones into the water;
Making circles, by them, I must run from no one,
As a slave, that does this by the will of someone.

Only breath is the answer for words
Morning’s light hurts me much, oh my lord,
All is wrong here, and even rainbow
Made mistake, putting colors in row.

Heart is beating, missing one of quarters. Why?
All will place in a hand of mine
Hundreds well-known winds, that decided to die
Hundreds bridges, that like half-moon stand in the sky.