Scapes


The fire burns bright.
The fire burns red.
The water is cool,
Reflects the moon in the night
There is dirt that I walk on
On this pathway to you
There's a breeze in the air
The sky is still blue
Rain and snow are wet
Never once will I ever regret
The atmosphere is familiar
And the sound of the wind
A lunar eclipse
And the angels ascend
Hear the bells ringing,
See the colors change
Feel the silk roads
Our lives rearranged

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