Embers

Lyrics

The creatures of the forest slowly melt away into fabric The fireflies guide the way into the withered plains of old I see the water thicken, embers rising from my wrists I begin to realize, we are not made from gold I light the fire with leaves from the willow trees A lone campsite, isolated from the plains Tinted skies and broken roads still haunt me I struggle to stare into its gaze As I wash out the blinding flamе