Woven Hand
Horsetail
He come up andthrow himself downhe finds no strength to get off this groundby the wave of the horsetailby the wave of the horsetailhe wishes no heightno height in your mindto climb the steep hill none he can findif you think you can see it in your handthen you are blindfor unless he draw themthey will not comefor no man seeks himno not onethere is number to your hoursthere is number to your hoursyou I don't knowfrom a stone's throwif you think you can see it in your handthen you are blindhe bring the whirlwindto scatter your fireyou cannot reach himno not from yourtallest spire
From Letras Mania