Like A Book A Million Years Old

This soul like heaven thinks of world Like this always abides and skew your turn Hurt the face, you send heavy grief The wills of righteous life don't fall at ease Dead works crumble like a book a million years old Turns to dust while oral accounts will always be told What makes you feel right? What makes it alright? Dead works crumble like a book a million years old Turns to dust while oral accounts will always be told What makes you feel right? What makes you alright?