now
these
days
on the wet wood and grey eyes
when i hit the rock the stone
i hear its sould groan with with
with me
togehter
as i lift large peices
from its skin
the sacrifice is small compared to the feeling
of freedom it feels
these
days
on the wet wood and grey eyes
when i hit the rock the stone
i hear its sould groan with with
with me
togehter
as i lift large peices
from its skin
the sacrifice is small compared to the feeling
of freedom it feels