This cage the place they come to stay safe
My ribs are a sanctuary for secrets
I am an outsider still
They come to me, it seems this is where we belong
I am someone without a face to claim
My my name, my name is mine.
I stand, a king of stones, a master of solids.
Animal, man, mineral
Someday, someday, someday and not a day too soon we will find each other
And these wayward spirits whose safety I foster,
Your light will bring them to their bodies
And maybe I will have a place I belong.