Passing through the trees
I'm searching hard, I'm trying
To put my mind at ease
I wish the fear of death would go away
I tell myself to calm my mind
Things wither every day
But the glowing blaze will never melt away
Softest little light
Flashing by my sight
I will cleave to you
Your kindness and your bright blaze
I wish the fear of death would go away
I tell myself to calm my mind
Things wither every day
But the glowing blaze will never melt away
