8 acessos
Damages define our borders
Wall and matter forged in flame
Knowing little of your wounding
Share our mending all the same
Weight of words and wars we carry
I'm like you, just like you
Eyes of stone and storm and story
But share their well we'll make it through
Sadness like a pendulum
Pulls us round and to and for
Old as fate and undue odium
Wall and anchor, armor, stone
By the telling let them become
Let them all be feathers
Eyes of stone and storm and story
Tell them, well we'll make it through
Old as fate and undue odium
Wall and anchor, armor, stone
By the telling, may they become
May they all be feathers