Left your face on a map,
Studied up boulders and loosened the river,
To fork where it finds the best passage.
Met your life before us,
Left them your necklace and brandished your ashes,
Like stars peeking out in the gloam
Envy.
Every choice that you made,
Lost before cause and effect found in Babel,
Like pieces of puzzles belong - shackled.
Gave myself to the war,
Damned if I didn't demand that they sing,
Such a sensible bearing of you mystery.
The flame might be gone but the fire...
Remains.
And I'm stuck on a path to my own ruin.
Did you see me behind the wheel?
Did you see me behind the wheel?
And the flame might be gone but the fire...
