A Voice Made of Rust and Bones

I don’t sing with flesh and skin, My songs are carved from the dark within. Every word is ash, every note a stone, A voice made of rust and bones.

Rust and bones, that’s all I own, A broken hymn from a heart long gone. I speak in echoes, I breathe in moans, A voice made of rust and bones.

The years took light, the years took flame, Left me haunted, left me unnamed. What’s left of me, the night still loans, A voice made of rust and bones.

Rust and bones, that’s all I own, A broken hymn from a heart long gone. I speak in echoes, I breathe in moans, A voice made of rust and bones.

If the wind remembers, it will carry me… Not in flesh, but in memory.

Rust and bones, that’s all I own, A broken hymn from a heart long gone. I speak in echoes, I breathe in moans, A voice made of rust and bones.

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