I can't remember when I started falling out of love
with everything that I had once surrendered like a dove
And now the heaviness I bear replaces any wings
that I had ever used before to fly above what sings
I'm not among a people who can tell me where I am
consistently avoiding every thorn on which I stand
Put all of it behind me as I travel nowhere new
there's not a lot of knowledge I can gain outside of you
I'll light another candle and burn all of what I've known
the fire may be hot but I will reap what I have sown