I will walk barefoot in this forest
and dirty my feet.
The stars will burn themselves out;
like an old candle.
Life has been lived-
And will be lived again.
I revel in the dripping wax. Let it
sting my hands.
It will flow forever.
I will walk barefoot in this forest
and dirty my feet.
The stars will burn themselves out;
like an old candle.
Life has been lived-
And will be lived again.
I revel in the dripping wax. Let it
sting my hands.
It will flow forever.