Sleeping At Last
- In The Embers
We live and we die, like fireworks. Our legacies hide in the embers. May our stories catch fire and burn bright enough to catch God's eye. We live and we die, like fireworks we pull apart the dark. Compete against the stars with all of our hearts. Until our temporary brilliance turns to ash. We pull apart the darkness while we can. May we live and die, valorous lives. May we write it all down in cursive light. So we pray we were made, in the image of a figure eight. May we live and die.
