Do I see through it all,
Waiting the great leap
Last breath before the fall
Did I just see
The past weeping before me
Streams of tears,
Comforting and warm
Racing over the lines on the palm
Should I blame
The dying sun,
For the works I left undone.
Or love the dark nights
burning me down
As I feel, simply put
Nothing lasts
Cross roads and the misty path
And every thing that’s lost
Turns to a lovely past
So I go to meet
Any one in the world who could greet
And I find so many of you
Guiding me through
But I wait,
Like I have waited for so long
For the moment
And that cold breeze, once I knewCarries these ashes long.
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