You'll always leave me in the end.

All things spark and fade.

Its between me and the fear you cling to,

And you won't make that trade.

The idea becomes reality just as the falling of a star,

So bright and true on its fire filled flight.

But you won't keep that fire alive,

My efforts as useless as smoke.

In my soul a shattered star, to hold in my heart

Until you leave me here again, dust,

Just as I was at the start.