Iechos whispers through the Himalayasin colors of browns and greenssacred caves ..with voices of their ownAum whispers from each stone...thin men with..
..come the dawn and let the sunablaze ...burst through winter skiesblistering mornings of ice... hardened heart be cold no morethe mourning of the dov..
All those stories you toldHow you called in an air strike for your team on the Fourth of JulyThat click you heard beneath your footTurned out to be th..