Seventh sons and golden ball daughters
Can take their own lives to hand
I have been to the city of Marrow
And I have come out again.
Fear not the wind of wasting
Its howling is not for you
It’s only an echo now within
The hearts of those just passing through
Couldn’t tell you what it’s about, exactly, but I like it. “City of Marrow,” by S.J. Tucker. Lyrics and chords available here.