I am the burning smoke, I am the flames. You are the cold winds, You are the rain.
We are an old castle built upon stable ground, We are the spark of the storm, We are the combustion of the oxygen, We are the scars that trail up my arms Like footprints, We are the footprints that trail through your mind Like scars.
We are built from lessons Upon lessons Of fleeting people And fleeting reminders.
We are learning from mistakes And bettering each other.
We are learning to live, Learning to breathe.
We are knowing what love is, Upon single glances.
We are laughter And love And pain upon memories And tears upon pain And more laughter.