Track 08: Leather and Bone

Helên folded the blankets and told me to rest
Said the rattle was heavy and deep in my chest
She said, "There is nothing left here to be done"
Just wait for the moon and hide from the sun.
But I will not fade in a room with no air
I won't let the sickness strip the soul bare.
I packed up my satchel, I opened the door
I can't be the brother you knew anymore.

So I lace up the leather, weathered and worn
Handcrafted for walking through the weather and thorn.
These boots will outlast me, they’ll outlast the bone
Marking the miles where I travel alone.
One last journey through the Kindle Wastes' dust
Leaving my body to the wind and the rust.

Do you remember the obelisk high on the rise?
Where we played as children beneath the vast skies?
We pretended to read what the Ancients had etched
While the shadows of giants looked down and stretched.
I thought if I made it, if I touched the stone
I’d find a cure that the doctors haven't known.
But the symbols are silent, the magic is dead
Just a story for children inside of my head.

I’m so tired, brother. The ground feels so cold.
I was a fool to believe in the stories of old.
No one hears prayers in a land made of sand.
I wish you were here... To hold out your hand.
Forgive me.

The journey is finished.
The traveler sleeps.
But the leather is tough...
And the promise it keeps.
Still holding up.