are ash
in the wind these things will passas time will come to take are ash
dust in dirt is a we'll be
when it comes to eternity
as the sun does end its day
so we shall in the same way
once so bright and now so dark
the cold sets in and does its part
and so we blow among the trees
the soul will try and grasp at leaves
as if they were your hopes and dreams
across the waters and over the hills
threw the lights and city spills
slower now the day is soon
you see the passing of the moon
still the wind has come to be
worry not
in the wind these things will pass
as time will come to take are ash
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