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I know how to recognize a desperate soul Wood for our fire To keep our family warm In winters cold What is the sacrifice Dear tree You captured the sun Drinking the rain Roots deeply in soil Mother earth Ashes to dust Cinders to rust Reaching for heaven Only to become The god of fire
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
A Desperate Soul
I know how to recognize a desperate soul Wood for our fire To keep our family warm In winters cold What is the sacrifice Dear tree You captured the sun Drinking the rain Roots deeply in soil Mother earth Ashes to dust Cinders to rust Reaching for heaven Only to become The god of fire
Nothing can ever be truly destroyed. Everything can only be converted. Even humans... we become something else.
wade-lancaster
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
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