IN THE DARK - PART VIII
But what is there really left to love in the heart of a total conflagration.
When I look in the blaze and everything melts and my hand finds no grasp to save you from the fire.
I know, it was all in vain.
And I also know, from the ashes, it comes back again.
Which way do you stand when the wind turns?
I'll wait for you where everything burns.