I left passion behind as a burned and tattered child.
My soul burned like a white-hot iron meant to forge swords in the darkness.
As I burned, I twisted to escape the flame and ran through the deep black night.
I ran, free but lost.

I finally found my way as I wandered towards an unknown destination.
On roads less traveled winding and twisting through hidden forests.
Vaulted cliffs of desire, fear and failure thwarted me.
Finally, I crashed into the rocks of my familiar shore.

Racing to the end brought me to the beginning.
Where I belong; where I begin.