Soil

Black 7



All felt is good here All felt is just fine Like a rapture waiting to dine on the divine It moves across me and sets me free Open oh so gently Loss of time is felt here Burning brick in my mind Like a cancer growing in the minds of the divine Don’t roll me over Cant help these things I can feel Couldn’t see them coming But I’ve given into what's been given Take a taste of what’s within You cast me over Yet I’ve risen and I am real I am the little cracked mirror