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I am not treated by time
Not as the rock, but as the breeze
I exist where I please
I've earned that right

Stop for me, let me have a moment
Leave them behind and take me with you
Embrace me in your arms
And let me see the future

Let me create the future
A ruined village tuned to gold
New from old
Hot from cold

Flames of desire and passion forge these gold bricks
I am the bricks
The material to create this new world is me
Time is my string

I sew in my name
This is my future once again
This is my present
One I will open to grasp my sword

One that I will swing gracefully
I will leave only myself in my wake
Burn with this sword the memories
And from their ashes make new ones

From those ashes, You will be reborn once more
In your fiery cocoon, you will rise
And fight
And win