Things fall in place,
Out of star-dust-
A life takes a face.
In the sudden morn',
A new tale is made;
Past wouldn't be forgotten-
But yet it fades.

It builds from the roots,
Into the branches-
those span the horizon;
weather begins to change,
Seasons bring the age-
And thus begins the erosion.

Though yet it does grows,
Now more than ever.
Ushering into a beautiful flower-
In that moment forever;
For the time never withers,
It stays such-
Always together.

Embracing what there is,
Tested by the years-
In a hurry to depart.
An ocean of every wish,
Of smile and tears-
To be contained in a heart.

Touching what is around,
Sometimes in silence-
But every move makes a sound.
Flying ever so high-
Knowingly,
That one day all must come down
And be spent,
To the ruins it was always bound.

Rusting every winter,
With a hope of a new spring.
To lay claim as own-
Of everything let in.
Changing with every breath,
Only to shed the same skin;
A voice that will be lost-
But never afraid to sing.

The lies won't hide the truth,
Or make the last step-
Disappear.
For as far as you look,
One can see the signs-
Of what was once here.

Though the heart beats,
And the memories still speak-
No matter how much it weeps;
You have to leave.
No matter what you'll keep,
Bury it somewhere deep-
The dark will seep;
And the tale will be freed.

Things will again fall in place,
Journey never forgets a face-
For time always move along.
With all our right and wrong,
No matter how short or long;
Somewhere at the end-
We'll have to finish the song.
At end of the maze,
When done with the chase-
I know I'll be too tired to go on.