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Posted to Utterances






I'm a stone who's never flown
from never trying to be
I'm a bone who's never shown
from never trying to see
My yellow tone is all I've known,
that and this brazen cage
My spirit lone, my spirit blown
down from the gilded stage.



The road is of earth,
the way is of sea
My tongue is of sky
but my soul is not free...



Rime for time and dust from love
and waters flood the day
Hand in hand, hand in glove
I know not what to say
Come with me to the water's edge
where the lake turns the grey to green
Bring the Fire and rest your head,
and let it burn us clean.



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Posted to Utterances






I'm a stone who's never flown
from never trying to be
I'm a bone who's never shown
from never trying to see
My yellow tone is all I've known,
that and this brazen cage
My spirit lone, my spirit blown
down from the gilded stage.



The road is of earth,
the way is of sea
My tongue is of sky
but my soul is not free...



Rime for time and dust from love
and waters flood the day
Hand in hand, hand in glove
I know not what to say
Come with me to the water's edge
where the lake turns the grey to green
Bring the Fire and rest your head,
and let it burn us clean.