Every beginning, every new day,
And every tomorrow soon slips away
I reach for the fire, I'm burned by the flame
I live for tomorrow but don't know its name
Can this be beginning? I taste of the cold
And what I remember is all I can hold
I walk through ashes when fire is gone
I feel them surround me yet choose to move on
Feel my hands trembling, I must say goodbye
But the sorrow in parting is not knowing why