Bound – The Bellows

The Bellows

It’s burning all the time
Through tenements and hillsides, blowing
Heirlooms on the wall
Hurtle down the hallway headlong
To my heart
A piano plays the part
Over and over
It won’t stop
But from the pit of loss
Returned to us
Part of who we were

Who are we now?

From the fighters to the sea
Far away, but something follows me
As I go from the ring to the wild
I call out at the top of my lungs
And in the bellows I can hear my soul
Through the bellows I have seen all
On the pyre
Consumed by fire

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