The next day we go back to
Where we spent our last three days alone
I dissemble my circle of stones
Toss the sticks and stones to the wind
Leave the site as empty as I am
Old tired stories
Crumbled stone at my feet.
The Return
The next day we go back to
Where we spent our last three days alone
I dissemble my circle of stones
Toss the sticks and stones to the wind
Leave the site as empty as I am
Old tired stories
Crumbled stone at my feet.
Navigating Through Change 