Lost in a Soul - Lutharo

Roar of the wind, sweet talks me again

Its voice, drags me abroad

I am no wiser reluctant I go with the flow

Rolled like a stone

Disguised and deprived of my right to take flight

A butterfly swaddled to mold

I can’t leave

I am cheap

My wings have already been sold

And I have tarnished who I am

Cradle my form in waves of this land

Rising with flux

I am forgotten

Alone and am rotting away

I’m lost in a soul

I am a waste of humanly space and bone

Find me a home

Give me life

Let me thrive

And grow

These roots made of stone

Flourish this pain into rop

And climb from this hole

Twisting and turning, contorting my flesh on command

Eager to blnd

I bend and I break, taking on several shapes with demand

Never to mend

They say don’t bite what feeds

But sever my hands if you please

All for your needs

A pawn for your shameless decor of pity

And I have tarnished who I am

Cradle my form in waves of this land

Rising with flux

I am forgotten

Alone and am rotting away

I’m lost in a soul

I am a waste of humanly space and bone

Find me a home

Give me life

Let me thrive

And grow

These roots made of stone

Flourish this pain into rope

And climb from this hole

I am alone!

All my words dull and boughten

My mouth increasingly numb

I am forgotten

Alone and am rotting away

I’m lost in a soul

I am waste of humanly space and bone

Find me a home

Give me life

Let me thrive

And grow

These roots made of stone

Flourish this pain into rope

And climb from this hole

This hole, find me me a home!

A home.