Countless times below me Rivers rose and fell Ageless stones eroding out Across the endless swell
Songs to pave the seasons Wounds to follow birth Cries to carry through the night Wombs to feed the earth
Countless skies above me Each unlike the next Lines of more than moon and sun Glimpses of a text
Countless hands have sought me Reaching out in vain Permanence observes without Compassion or disdain
Flames to greet the harvest Storms to face in awe Winds to weave through every wood Walls to dull the road
Purpose lost to frailty Craning blades of grass Strength and weakness on and on All that is will pass
Countless hands have sought me Reaching out in vain Permanence observes without Compassion or disdain
Flames to greet the harvest Storms to face in awe Winds to weave through every wood Walls to dull the road
Countless waves around me Strong until the last Leaning into dimming dreams All that was has passedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
