Stepping through the ashes.
Feeling the warmth slowly turn cold.
I did not belive we could ever grow apart.
Shattered thoughts, all of which still matter.
Did you even feel my crying tears at the end.
Maybe it was all about you instead.
You seem to be slowly drifting away.
It seems to be getting quite breezy.
Our love is like a fire dying in the breezy cold morning rain.
It has gotten quite cold, I cannot see the fire...
Nor can I feel the ashes anymore, you shut me out back into the cold.
