We blossom as well as we wither
Blooming in the summer while decaying in winter
The warmth of the sun and as cold as ice
This is what frees us from the shackles of this plane.

This illusion created from within
Torments as we were in hell
Ravaged by a perpetual battle with the mind
Trapped in a cage of my own design.

Their is only freedom when one entinguishes the flame
The divine flame that we were given
And so peace sets in
This is true freedom. Released from the cage.