I must have fa
                          l
                            l
                              en into a world of madness,
for my roots drink your presence and I bloom under your radiance.
And when you abandon the task of caring for me,
           My ribcage withers and cracks and
di s i  n  t   e   g    r    a    t     e      s,
                               Catching the wind
in hopes of finding you
               breathing into
            d                            l
        n                                    i
   A                  under                 f
                         your                       e
                          Fire
                    Once more