I wipe away and listen to the sound that eases mind and echoes on the ground.
Pull me through when words cannot describe.
Just too young to somehow wonder why.
Now silence lingers where there once was more.
From this point I'm lying on the floor.
Look to put a finger sky. Cause one soul will live and breathe and die...
One more goes. One, two, another.
Oh down they go. One, two, another.
So as one goes, one returns.