Not Done Here - Frege

I’m not done here

You’ve been waiting alone

Who cares for the hidden ones

Lately begging for a home?

I’m not done here

Haven’t set my name in stone

I fluctuate from the parable to the foreign pride and shame

Under fire and stung mile by mile

The bluest blue comes down on my home

I’d better catch my breath

Overcome your loveless throne

Swept off my feet like a pile of bones

I’ll hold you

I’ll hold you close

Sometimes I yield and face the sun

Other times I turn around

I feed my head with endless love

You go ahead and rest your brains

I’ll hold you

I’ll hold you close