Roll It Up

The stage is bright, hot and grainy, handsom yes! On you! The sweat is cry-staled falling so is ever clear. It runs through shadowed valleys seldom seen behind these screens. You pay the toll, it is high, the island grows, outside it's bells when rang have brought the faithful buried home within this house that wears your name. You are the best, when looking up, to read the cue on all the cards that you now trust. Some will come, others watch. The banded hearts are stilled with love thats always taught. Do you hear the bell inside your soul stained mind, it runs the fingered hand outside the tightest seams. All the front row seats are gripped in buff that wait in all there love struck breath to burn. They make up nymphs fauns in living colors bright hued streams.