The pit of hopelessness is now a flaming wake
Exiting the smokescreen, I realize I’m breathing cold air
Signs of life have returned to my heart
The ache is gone as I feel a new sense of home
With this beauty at my side, hand in hand
The maw of the world opens up to swallow me
But I’m the burning hand, placed on the pavement
I’ll turn my sorrow to ash and ascend to completion
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