Call Of The Void - The Rail Yard Ghost
we carry in our hearts the home we never had through the cycles of lives we have lived
born of the flesh and bone our souls, the eternal traveler of worlds and realms, tells us of traveling the beyond
our homes are not made of concrete
we live under the open sky, pouring rain, and shining starlight, finding depth in empty spaces, and life in the complexity of silence
the beauty and sadness in fleeting time and all we cannot hold
weve rebuilt with worn hands using the dirt from underneath our fingernails and other remnants of the past weve collected to help tell the tale of ourselves as the pieces escape our grasp
we sleep in a bed of memories for the people and places we love that we can no longer reach
an insatiable desire with in us for the intangible.
the bricks are eachother yet ever fading
we feel the ground beneath our feet so vividly only to watch it diminish as if it was never there suspended above all we charish as it fades away like we must on our own singular journey into the unknown
Chasing remnants of shadows sleep between worlds, entangled at the edge of a cliff and the berries and brambles, so sour yet so sweet
Dearly departed, may death not make you stiff my friend
For we come from the trees, our branches, our bones stretching outwards
Root works of viens, flesh, leaves, and bark
I am leaving, embarking on a new journey for the light we leave behind travels on, into the darkness
Remember when the stones collected under our stories? before we were asleep
on couches of punk houses, skipping matches in paper thin cities
remember when the stones conjured incantations of the deepening night?
we weaved pur wild web, entwined with bare hands, bare feet, a home in the unknown, our world between worlds
no compass, no guide, our path of strings blowing in the wind
can you hear thier voices, now? the songs of our dead? alive only in the stories and in the bones we carry
thier ashes tattooed on our faces, whispers of our scattered tribe on this earth. they ramble on, and we ramble on to unearth the songs of the void
Do you remember? We were one with the dirt.
Breathing with the airs drinking in the rains
With the fire, we raised into the night
I never felt more strange in my life
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We Embeck Our Voice To Nature
The Songs The Wind Whispers Of The Dead
The Mountains That Were Made Of
Sands And Stones In River Beds
A Favorite Song, Places Weve Slept
Leaving It All Behind In Bodies Fighting The Void, Into The Den
Can We Racall? Stories Whispered From The Stars During The Deepening Of Night
The History Of Who We Are
Weve Beaten Our Adventure
Wed Never Know If We Dont Weep
Never Find That We Dont See
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We beckon on the deep days
Untill loaded in the night
