While my soul burns in the past
I don't know why
I miss the future;
When I burn inside
The future shines
Over the embers of the past
Through the eyes of hope to the last.
Remembering the future
And blowing my ashes
I turn to burn myself again
Cause I know the truth is visible as I burn,
The truth
That the future rises from the ashes of the past...
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