Follow my aim
As I fire again
No fault, no blame
No hearts defamed

Circle the solemn grounds of our haste
(Decayed)
True words, true grace
Beckoned to stay

You hear the earthen call
And feel my burning touch
We heed the chill of fall
Welcome the day as such
Confess the hidden oaths we've pledged for so long
Embrace the earnest days that follow us home

Upon your waking breath
Your voice that finds us blessed
Something has crept inside of our hearth
Ascending mist of light
Captures your form just right
And I am enveloped in your glow