Tower of Silence
these dusty roads know me better than anyone
the secrets we share they’ll never tell
gold pours over, bathes these calloused hands
as the milky sun breaks over the hills
we always struggled with definitions
do we catch the falling stars
when we don’t know where our hands begin
the horizon in our arms
please don’t bury me
just put me in the sky
all that I can do is live as I have always done and I
I will find a way
to breach the chasm of tonight
for every new tomorrow that splinters up into our bloodshot eyes
suffering these cuts, the cavities within memory
echoes upon the gaping hollows perforating history
and how do we return to a home so long-since lost
some say even deepest stars will fade away
some say that even brightest scars will burn themselves out
please don’t bury me
just put me in the sky
all that I can do is live as I have always done and I,
I will find a way
to breach the chasm of tonight
for every new tomorrow that splinters up into our bloodshot eyes