We come and go, going far out

When we enter our vessel..... we fall - deep into the darkest abyss, but all seems light by day
When we fall and grow in ourselves, we constantly run - all around a quiet star

We lock our chests inside a wall
We  stain flowers in our garden
We burn every paper - containing evidence of our manifestation

And I sit inside my own, waiting to burn inside

The life I live and its perilous surrounding - came circle again, once again

And the burning became an amber - crystallizing as stone