Lyrics 👇
Moss grows thick on weathered stone,
No one here, yet not alone,
Wind moves slow in sacred round,
Carving prayer without a sound.
Clouds drift low across the plain,
Time dissolves like gentle rain,
Footsteps soften, breath turns deep,
Secrets that the old ones keep.
In the stone circle silence wide,
I lay my restless mind aside,
Not to ask and not to claim,
Just to stand without a name.
Nothing spoken, nothing owned,
Truth arrives when you are stoned
Of ego, fear, and borrowed role -
Bare horizon, open soul.
