it's withering, and wilting, and burning to a crisp

the voice of one, disguised as two

it asks in foreign tongue: "why so blue?"

it's withering, and wilting, and burning to a crisp

it's tilting and tipping until it's spilled, reduced to wisp

my heart which is black, my heart which is blue,

is withering and wilting, all for you.




it's withering

and wilting

and burning to ashes


before my eyes

my life flashes.




the land is so lush, the land is so vast

all of a sudden

my attention is taken from my past.


i see a chance
i see my fight
i hold the sky
with all my might

i look to her
and slowly smile
"for this to crush me, it'd take a mile!"


the flames of the sky rest on my shoulder
i'm stuck in a stalemate, my path blocked with a boulder.

my heart has withered and wilted and burnt
and only my smile remains unhurt

she picks herself up, and pushes against the sky
the odds are against her, so why?

the voice of two calls out to me
"it's your time, i'll set you free."

my bones, they bend but refuse to break
through the voice of two, we're wide awake

we push and push and shatter the stone, this fight is hers, i'm not alone.

the flames, they die, we won the fight
i strike a pose, and declare that i am
"all might"