A man, A riddle
A man — a riddle dancing endlessly,
His rhythms echo,
Ever a mystery.
His questions, darker still,
Pierce the heart and wander.
A day will come when all will cease,
No breath, no flowing blood.
Together we march toward an end,
Then rise again,
A new dawn.
We...
His rhythms echo,
Ever a mystery.
His questions, darker still,
Pierce the heart and wander.
A day will come when all will cease,
No breath, no flowing blood.
Together we march toward an end,
Then rise again,
A new dawn.
We...