Where the lonely wolf roams
so the lady calls her home
if ever a song she sung
it failed to fill her lungs
beholden to none
unknown in a hum
what's done is done
now dare not cast a stone.
Glass bones
Glass bones
my house, my home
Glass bones
bums dome
brings a nomad home
when the fire burns
mix the heat and the dirt
form a body of earth
for the gods to insert
with terra-cotta clothes
the essence of one
glass bones
glass bones
my house, my home
glass bones
Wolf skin wrap
buried home
what once was above
is now below
hollow head
hollow coat
hollow breathe
hollow notes
who dared to cast a stone
at my poor glass bones?
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