Between the rocks
mosses encase mysteries
I watch the ants march to war
while your voice rings in my head - hard and hostile
Silently I plead,
don't bleed my soul and bend my heart,
but I know it is futile
I never stood a chance,
not even from the start
mosses encase mysteries
I watch the ants march to war
while your voice rings in my head - hard and hostile
Silently I plead,
don't bleed my soul and bend my heart,
but I know it is futile
I never stood a chance,
not even from the start
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