Tempted to wallow
In the ashes of yesterday
Tempted to stay
In the dust of disappointments.
But I know for sure
The ashes are a cheap replica
For the beauty I've never truly seen
For the jewels I've been searching for
I know
When I see the eyes of fire
That every weak passion
Will die in the wake
Of tomorrow's incomparable hopes
That last through eternity.
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