I can feel vacant from the thought of you fading away from where you once inhabited,
The ardour is lost

I yearn for the twinkle from the connection we shared

Having no clue on how to control it from ruining all we've built weakens my soul

I trust we can arise together again
We can restore our fire

Our woods are wet
The light sickens whenever i try to put it on

We are up the creek
And don't have up to a half life

We have to search for woods if we want to exist again
strong and dry woods to make a large fire

We need new woods, planks from trees
Woodland would be our new home
All of it has to get caught up in the fire

It has to burn to keep us warm
to connect us and make us one

A very big fire would we make
the one that would never turn off
that would be as a light to our path
So we won't be apart as different
but to become one.
© Miraa