The Circle (Omega)

Come to me
Let me smell your scent
I’ve waited far too long
My bones are frail and fragile

Take my heart
I’ve felt everything that’s left to feel
Take my eyes
I’ve seen everything worth to see
Take my wooden mask of soul

Take my ears
I’ve heard everything that’s left to hear
Take my mouth
I’ve said everything worth to say
Take my wooden mask of soul
To be free again