Scene from a flickering corner of life: A boy, who went and got himself lost. She's there, walking right in his shadow, The woman, whose path he should have crossed
The light Shines on her I burst into flames
A case of Northern Wisdom filters my eyes Embrace the light as mother sighs I feel a Southern breeze ignite my soul And out of time and spaces, I lose control
She's there walking right in his shadow The woman whose path he should have crossed
Looking for answers in my head Left between what could and should have been, Instead.