Decoration Day - Fire Ecology

There once was a man
He had everything at his fingertips
Goals of gold and grandeur left unplanned
But he said "walk with me, take my hand
I will show you how to live"

The sound of the wind
Carries tales of the heart and words of the kin
Slow and gently, they wind and bend
Wrapping me up in the arms of a friend
They will tell me how to live without you

We're all children caught mid-stride
There's a fire in our eyes
And the lucky ones they get goodbyes

So i'll reach for his hand
And his fingertips will trace my plans
They'll carve paths through the winds
They'll teach me how to begin
They will show me how to live without you

We're all children caught mid-stride
There's a fire in our eyes
And the lucky ones they get goodbyes

I've been caught, a child, mid-stride
And the fire in dim but wide
I'm a lucky one

Written by:
Mara Nesrallah

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