Following a Path of its own.
One of Many from the Tree,
Unique in its Solitude.
It Comes to Rest in a Ring of Fire,
Burning a Hole in my Heart.
In an instant it is gone;
Leaving Ashes in its place,
Beginning the Cycle Again.
Following a Path of its own.
One of Many from the Tree,
Unique in its Solitude.
It Comes to Rest in a Ring of Fire,
Burning a Hole in my Heart.
In an instant it is gone;
Leaving Ashes in its place,
Beginning the Cycle Again.