That one day, we all turn to ash
Our fragments scattered around the earth, our money up in smoke
Our desires into the ground, our pain flowing through the breeze
Fire makes me believe
That death is inevitable
All that we cry for today will be forgotten tomorrow
We return to dust, up into the air like the flickering Sparks of fire before they're consumed by the cold ground
Our lives, the flicker of smoke
Our death, the cold ground
All we must hope for, is to be the warmth in someone's frozen lives
Then, maybe, the ashes will be smiled upon at the break of the new dawn
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