There is a circle Around the cross A flight of steps Into the earth A black hole A string of music Hung from a willow Weeping Over the wood And the bones Burning In memory of A missing person An angel A flight of ravens Into the sunset
There is a circle Around the cross A flight of steps Into the earth A black hole A string of music Hung from a willow Weeping Over the wood And the bones Burning In memory of A missing person An angel A flight of ravens Into the sunset
