Heavy Stone

Heavy stone…

got to be loaded…

got to be loaded up the hill.

Like the birds in the sky

that moves from behind

of each other…

The bird in the front

is the one that has to go

uncovered.

When a hint from the wind says

It´s very soon is gonna be

winter

you have to fly through the crack in the sky

if you can avoid

the hunters.

The bird in the front says that

she´s paying back for something

you sent her…

Then you feel it´s your turn

to be the one

to enter

the center.

Heavy stone…

got to be loaded…

got to be loaded up the hill.

(and sure it will!)

I have always been invited

by the path

in the forest.

Maybe

it only does that

to the poorest.

The stone needs its slave

to confirm that it´s fair

and honest

and you are flying the way

that the most winding

and the longest.

Up the hill

where it´s no more step to take

on the ladder

there you can see and feel all the birds

covering up for the one in the middle

that´s playing

the fiddle.

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