YOU

YOU

YOU BURN IN MY SOUL LIKE A FIRE THAT SWEEPS ACROSS THE FOREST FLOOR.

INCINERATING ALL THAT STANDS IN ITS WAY AS LIFE SCATTERS IN ITS WAKE.

THE NOISE OF THE WINDSWEPT FLAMES IS THE VOICE OF THIS WARRIOR.

LICKING AT THE LEAVES OF TIME THAT ARE THE BOOK OF LIFE.

YOU ARE THE RAINS THAT COME BEFORE NEW LIFE BEGINS TO APPEAR.

THY WORDS THE SOOTHING BREEZE THAT CARRESS THE HARDENED CREVASSES OF THIS HEART.

THE SEEDS THAT GROW ARE PROOF OF THY COMFORT TO A RAGING MIND.

YOU ARE THE MOON THAT LIGHTS THE NIGHT AS I STAND BENEATH ITS COMFORTING GAZE.

SO PALE AS IT LIGHTS THE WAY AND THE PATH STANDS OUT SO CLEAR.

TO HAVE MET YOU AT AN EARLIER TIME WOULD HAVE CANCELED THIS EFFECT.

FOR ALL IS DUE TO THOSE WHO SEARCH, ROOTS THAT DIG SO DEEP.

YOU ARE THE COMFORT THAT COMES AS THE CURTAINS BEGAIN TO CLOSE.

SHADES DRAWN ACROSS THE STAGE OF LIFE.

A VOICE THAT HAS CHANGED FROM ONE OF PURE RAGE TO ONE OF CONTEMPLATION.

SO SOOTHING IN TEMBRE AS IT LEAVES THESE LIPS.

YOU BURN IN MY SOUL LIKE A FIRE THAT SWEEPS ACROSS THE FORST FLOOR.