Rhymes and riddles,
Spines and fiddles,
the music to my ears,
is the pain to my heart,
With tainted lips,
And frozen hearts,
who'd even think that was an art,
Rhymes and riddles,
Spines and fiddles,
Where all was one,
We fall apart,
Where wicked winds,
And rugged plains,
Once full of life,
Are now remains,
Rhymes and riddles,
Spines and fiddles,
To lead the way,
Or lead no way.
