around you stabbing at your heart but you still smile in kindness for not knowing who they are and their stories have ended and they've lit up the town and it's time
In the times to short to follow a man as cold as steel A work that can only be swallowed by a fire lit kiln Now the times are heavy on their shoulders
hard solid state of gold all the times I look it still occurs to me just passing time, trying not to mind set my spirit free there's a place and time
