There are vultures in the sky
Circling round and round
Finding prey in me
There is a nagging pain in my heart
Like a rose prick that I've swallowed
Lodged at the most fertile place
Your deep voice boomed in the air
Echoing for all eternity
Like the sound ripples from a rifle
There is an itch deep within my soul
Constantly wanting attention
But cannot be relieved
I keep running,
But I keep wounding up at the same place
I keep running,
But I keep wounding up at the same place
I keep running,
But I keep wounding up at the same place
So I stop.
