With my own two hands
Rising from nothing but dust
Ideas come to life
With my own two hands
Rising from nothing but dust
Ideas come to life
Even at the edge
Of this chalky green cliff top
The bells ever toll
Deep in the blue sea
Beneath a hazy green mist
The bells toll for me
Slowly we retreat
To this crumbling sanctuary
Between the hail storms
Bushes and branches
Consumed by flaming flowers
Burning bold and bright
While holding my phone
I tripped over and fell down
And took this photo
An inner circle
The everlasting balance
Between light and dark