Shaking Limbs

Take a drag through village square Hear the whispers? See the stares My time has come to meet the hooded man Shaking limbs on dying trees The whole worlds blowing in the breeze The silent hum So, I’ll just roll it up Anyway to forget the pain Anyway to forget my fate You put me out to pasture You dig a hole until you break my bones The pain no longer matters And as I fill with smoke, I finally feel home & the pain no longer matters