rolling bones move to
mark the evidence
carved into cartilege
the years and recompense
lo, I stand in
stunned soliloquy
sun rolling under me
a mark of history
where is my soul?
where have you gone?
my lonely soul
where have you gone?
mark the evidence
carved into cartilege
the years and recompense
lo, I stand in
stunned soliloquy
sun rolling under me
a mark of history
where is my soul?
where have you gone?
my lonely soul
where have you gone?