The flames throws sparks
it causes the flakes to go up in steam
the air over it slowly arcs
shedding a bright beam

The air crystallize my breath
it's almost so I can see them sparkle
my gaze trails to the ancestors dance of death
the green shimmering light so patriarchal

I sometime wonder how much further it will be
how long I will wander in this land
if my destiny continue to flee
but in the end who's life isn't bland

But at least I know out here I'm free
that there is nothing that can hinder me
like it's a summers day and I'm a buzzing bee
no one to command me or to me plea