Beyond the flesh holding me tight,
who do we hide behind the body?
What sustains our bones if not
faith in the invisible unknown?
Remember the dirt from where we started
And to which one day we will return
Beyond the flesh holding me tight,
who do we hide behind the body?
What sustains our bones if not
faith in the invisible unknown?
Remember the dirt from where we started
And to which one day we will return
Finding inspiration in movement. Searching for identity.