Lapis

Nah nah nah Na nah nah nah Na nah nah Precious stones Time has given form Artisan's eyes Drawn away from the cause Nah nah nah Na nah nah nah Na nah nah Half empty home Solemn air A fallout zone Open wounds lay bare Nah nah nah Na nah nah nah Na nah nah New hands emerge From foreign lands They sand and grind A novice artisan Chips appear Stones are thrown Into the wild, wild Distant and alone There are those who bore arms There are those who wielded blows There are stones in leather cases That keep scarred faces low Some of them dug trenches Some took to the road The devastation that they flee Shares the saddle wherever they may go Upon a string Close to new hearts Yearning To be the bespoke artisan Nah nah nah Na nah nah nah Na nah nah Nah nah nah Na nah nah nah Na nah nah Nah nah nah Na nah nah nah Na nah nah