There's a bone in my road
It's old
As the holes it moulds
One in my mother's body
One in her childrens' soul
Affecting her; affecting me
But none affect the soul paroled
Who made the whole of the holes
That have shown bone in my road

There's a pained stain on the wall
Wine mainly, but blood plainly
A tribute to all
The shame gained from falls
Through grace and space
To a place
Where stains frame the inside walls
And the race for safe affects all
Barring the unscarred soul
Whose wine stained fingers sprawl
Maul

I shall never see my own bone
In the road
Or my blood pooled
Beneath my walls