Let me meditate
Ruminate
Find peace in the rubble
Buried here
Is my will
That lost touch
With the surface
Blind without hands
Tracing sound
Mislaid will
Ambles erratically
Lacking direction
But for momentary pulls
Of the heart strings
Let me meditate
Ruminate
Find peace in the rubble
Buried here
Is my will
That lost touch
With the surface
Blind without hands
Tracing sound
Mislaid will
Ambles erratically
Lacking direction
But for momentary pulls
Of the heart strings