i once was twenty one
my life was up in smokes
she asked if i remembered
but i forgot the day i awoke

my memories are healing scars
they do not depict a clear story
but i remember a time of chaos
a time i stood in glory

there was static in my hands
and fire in my eyes
when the smoke had cleared and fire died
it was a tad too late to realize

but fire is no more a friend
now gardens grow far and wide
she is the rain to wash the ashes
the moon, the mood to my tide.