The wind hums low like a hollowed flute
Bones beneath whisper ancient truth
The earth is a drum
The roots tap a beat
Every step I take
I hear them speak
Bone language
It rattles and creaks
A tongue of the lost
The buried
The weak
Bone language
It calls through the dust
A chorus of silence
A voice we must trust
Stones remember what the rivers forgot
Carved in marrow
The stories won't rot
Skulls sing songs of battles and rain
A map of the past etched deep in the pain
Echoes crawl
Through the cracks they slide
Secrets alive
They can't be denied
Bone language
It rattles and creaks
A tongue of the lost
The buried
The weak
Bone language
It calls through the dust
A chorus of silence
A voice we must trust
Fingerprints of time trace my skin
Skeleton keys unlock what’s within
They speak in clicks
In knocks
In sighs
Bone language never lies