Soul's Soles
Holly Jones
For with these shoes they carry me
And through this glass I see.
Another land so far from thee
If only it would be.
Worn down with age from wandering
The soul is all but gone.
All the stories are worth sharing
Through glass until the dawn.
So clear the fog so I can see…
A short story is me.
And through this glass I see.
Another land so far from thee
If only it would be.
Worn down with age from wandering
The soul is all but gone.
All the stories are worth sharing
Through glass until the dawn.
So clear the fog so I can see…
A short story is me.