Into the Flame
Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume
And Autumn broke the soft the cocoon.
To avoid the winter freeze, flying next to beautiful wings.
Why can't I have any of these things?
At least a Moth can pretend.
Oh the cold it makes you shiver.
Abandon gold and all the silver.
All around and all in one place,
Connect the patches on my face.
Could it be rugged is my only friend.
Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again.
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes.
He said "You have heart kid remember that.
I never want to see you where I'm at.
This I hope you never know, believe because I told you so".
I wish that you could let it go; cry for me if you can.
Shedding a tear won't make you less a man.
We drank as laughed of better days,
All while holding cups in fists if rage.
We know that life's this way, but oh why can't it change.
In a lot of ways we took the blame, so far apart, yet the same.
So cry for me if you can.
Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again.
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes.
Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume.
The northern winds came all to soon.
I don't recall what was the case, but their wings they couldn't lend.
At least a Moth can still pretend.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012
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