Supposedly these bones come from the north,
cold, ice cold north
something rings inside me
looks out to the cold, yet
wolves on the lake
gaze across,
deep inside,
to the warm heart
within.
Supposedly these bones come from the north,
cold, ice cold north
something rings inside me
looks out to the cold, yet
wolves on the lake
gaze across,
deep inside,
to the warm heart
within.