Everything I touch
Falls apart just as it should
In the compost pile
I’m at that stage in life
Where decay is
Everywhere I look
And that’s okay because
Creation is too
Though we journey to the West We pray to the East More or less that's the way Each day begins and ends It’s a tale everyone ...
Everything I touch
Falls apart just as it should
In the compost pile
I’m at that stage in life
Where decay is
Everywhere I look
And that’s okay because
Creation is too