Ground to a long awaited halt
The world spins out of reach
Leaving nothing alive
In this tranquil heart
I’m far away
Indisposed
As the frontier burns
Before the ancient walls
Of our city on the hill
Ground to a long awaited halt
The world spins out of reach
Leaving nothing alive
In this tranquil heart
I’m far away
Indisposed
As the frontier burns
Before the ancient walls
Of our city on the hill
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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