You think you're getting older,
With nowhere new to go.
No plans of your own because
You spent to long attached to all
The worthless hangers-on.
Who saw for you and spoke for you?
It was you alone.
You've made it all this way,
And you did it on your own.
But the roads are getting longer
And the wind carries the time like leaves.
You've made me so much stronger,
So I've found some things I'd like to be.
Your eyes, they used to be so full
Of flames and uncontrolling fire.
But something dimmed the glow
That used to warm me to the bone.
Yet I can see the embers
Seething underneath the dirty coals.
I only wish the sparks will rise
Before the wind can take its toll.
We blazed the roads together once,
Burning long and staying strong.
This time I'll be the fuel for you
This time I'll be your bed of straw.
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