sitting with the silence where the sparks fly
a final talk between the old me and i
every flame is a new question in the dark
ready now to let go of the spark
feeding every memory to the rising flame
the man i was is just a shadow of a name
this is the final and the honest cost
to find the man inside the man i lost
every bad decision and every word of spite
turning into embers in the stillness of the night
this is the washing of a long and needed rain
a quiet absolution for the heavy pain
feeding every memory to the rising flame
the man i was is just a shadow of a name
this is the final and the honest cost
to find the man inside the man i lost
old skin
let go
new starts
from the glow
from the glow
inside the man i lost
