Statuary - Coliseum

Fields of stone piled over the bones of the dead

Every minute tries to still their sound

Fields of stone piled over the bones of my friends

But their words won’t join them in the ground

Your name, your word, your verse, your world, not lost to the statuary

Our chance, our hope, our love, our world, not lost to the statuary

All of a life consigned to acclaim from a name

«Sends a permanent shiver down my spine.»

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All of a life consigned to a chair, or a chain

«Oh death… I’ve flirted with you all my life.»

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Fields of stone piled over the bones of my friends

Their words still shake me with their sound

Your name, your word, your verse, your world, not lost to the statuary

Our chance, our hope, our love, our world, not lost to the statuary