Read the people around you
Long ago I saw the stars above
They went somewhere
Its an idea, like all the others
Just as all the others
A distant, cold place
But familiar
I understood, maybe some day
At the end of the day
Burns never heal
Only out-shined by new flame
I am the Iron, that stains
Dec 12, 2023
Dec 12, 2023 at 12:21 AM UTC
Read the people around you
Long ago I saw the stars above
They went somewhere
Its an idea, like all the others
Just as all the others
A distant, cold place
But familiar
I understood, maybe some day
At the end of the day
Burns never heal
Only out-shined by new flame
I am the Iron, that stains