Album: January Journal
Statues of stone, stand tall alone
They crumble down, no song no groan
Gold bullion high, for all who will look
You'll stumble down, your eyes are hooked
Don't chase the ways of man or the needs of flesh
Don't run for shiny soul-less stones you'll get a mess
You'll die the same without a friend you'll be alone
You can take with you what you hold dear if it'll pass through
Death's dark door
Big houses dark, no light within
They'll burn down too, like thatch roofs caved in
Chariot cars, made from men's blood
They'll succumb too, to moth and to rust
So let go right now, no one can hold
A chest so full of pride, a chest so full of gold
So let go right now, I'll show you how
There's better things to hold, there's better things than gold
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