no roof

Opening heart sockets with the windows to the soul, theres many things that will capture your sight but few that will swallow you whole,
heartedly and enlightened with the beauty of the simple things, too long gone has the road of mess toward the wind that sings.
Treasures are few so close to the drum beating heart, eagle soaring, no roof now such a part,
of me and try to run but dont and live and dance truly to this beat.
keep em' close to feel,
free to need and bleed