October
November 2013
In my hands, I hold the ashes In my veins, black pitch runs In my chest, a fire catches In my way, a setting sun Dark clouds gather 'round me To the west, my soul is bound And I will go on ahead, free
In my hands, I hold the ashes In my veins, black pitch runs In my chest, a fire catches In my way, a setting sun Dark clouds gather 'round me To the west, my soul is bound And I will go on ahead, free
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