Skara Brae
(G. Sherlock) Back to top
No one knows from where she came...
No one cared anyway...
You can almost smell Autumn,
She said as she lowered her eyes
I've lived here for a thousand years...
Shed an ocean of tears....
Which the vessels of the ignorant now sail...
The preservation of all this antiquity makes it difficult to stay....
I'm showing signs of weariness for those who've preceeded me
And i'm thinking about walking away...
Walking away... was the hardest thing I've ever done...