My prideful
Fits me to humble
The shorter days, the sun and azure
In one filled evening night
My heart divides
As white balloons,
flowers blotted and high
Your fairness embraced,
your presence near
The plotting ran,
your fight unceasing
I walk the path chasing the dead
Reviving the
courage as I move on
With each step forward I find my way
In the blossoms of hope come what may
White balloons,
flowers in full bloom A
statement
to love's impending gloom
Yet in your departure I found strength A bitter withered coat of love
Of love, of love,
of love Left with its dried
I
reclaim my might In the wake of sorrow
I take flight I walk the path
chasing the damned
Reviving the courage as I move on
With each step forward
I find my way
In the blossoms of hope come what may In the silence of night
I seek solace
In memories intact With tender grace