A Wistful Dream by Fireside

There is a poignancy felt by fireside
That seeps into hearts of men
There is a melancholy spurned by candlelight
A need for morning to begin

And it is seldom, I think, one outlives their calling
It is seldom, I know, one outlives their god
It is often that man becomes one with land sprawling
It is often that one becomes the ground that is trod

I'll become it all, I think, I'll become it all
I'll become it all, I think, I'll become it all
I'll become it all, I think, I'll become it all
I'll become it all, I think, I'll become it all



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Writer(s): Brandon Butler
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