…tied to the windshe tries to whisper damage to my sensebut I resist
I am lashed to the earthI hear the sounds of her footsteps going around
She swells and recedes
Grasping the summer soon she thinks she’s holding on when she’s not
Hear the sounds of the sun’s set going downit dies with a whisper
And I cry into the sea but the echoes of my tears follow mefall down in to winter
I look for my strength on the insideI know it’s therebut to find it
Takes it outit knocks me downI cry for a whisper
I am tied to sun burns my back and the heat seeps my bonesI cry to harden
From another stone to melt awaythis one might take years (but that’s alright)
Until I turn around to hear the sound of the horses’ thundering around in my head
I’m wondering aloud…
Think another thought while the wheels turn around over me rubbing me into the
Background…
