Golden droplets splash onto my neck in the glowing sunlight
as my body lights its flame anew, and yesterday's ashes pass through the drain.
While there is more wood to be burned, this child will not be consumed.
He bears scars, some visible, some not, But he wears them with pride.
For they remind him that his troubles are gone Now that he has learnt their lesson.
as my body lights its flame anew, and yesterday's ashes pass through the drain.
While there is more wood to be burned, this child will not be consumed.
He bears scars, some visible, some not, But he wears them with pride.
For they remind him that his troubles are gone Now that he has learnt their lesson.
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