Old flames die quickly; old candle wax
Drafts of the past blow over and swiftly handle that
No need for pain or suffering that can distract
The pilgrim from his goal, carrying a cross on his back

He bears the cross of change
He wants to sprout wings
And just fly away
‘Til winter becomes spring

He looks back and notices the crossroads have faded
And watches as the Lord reads his life, turning pages
Heavenly quill scrutinized by the Saints
As the pilgrim falls slowly into disgrace

Taking the road to change
The path is a hard one
Dusk vs Dawn, control over Day
Light and Dark both draw guns

Shots fired in the night
Neither will accept defeat
Apathy consumes the Light
As the Dark drowns in Greed

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