Burrow کے بول

Bellyful She lies with roots before bed Timeless, entwined Weightless in kind Outside the womb renewed Too soon Old age and youth Da Capo In truth So, from now on there's No joy, no grief Pious like a thief With one hand, you take and give Mercy, you sorely will be missed Down here Low Felt your spleen move in mine In the landslide of your care Birds of breath undermined Blow away, it's only fair Choir winds climb above Hosts of men that dwell on earth Carving bedrock into the deep That no music reach their sleep, so No joy, no grief Burrowed like a beast With one hand, you tame and pierce Mercy, you sorely will be missed Down here Low