You can take away this body
You can take away this voice
You can take away this mind
But you cannot, and you will not
Take away what's mine

It will continue burning until wit's end
Until there's nothing left to burn
Only after its white ashes remain
Will you get to hold the smallest bits of its
Charred urn

But even then
Its flames have already left an
Eternal mark in the coldness of this world
Never to be destroyed
Never to be created
Only ever transformed

At hidden meadows, it may be left alone
Forgotten, never to make a sound
And there it will remain unnamed, untrodden
But one day, it will silently make its bounds

And take upon its roots
Onto another yearning soul
Starting the cycle all over again
Oh, how another story unfolds