If stars must wander, free to fly, then tell me—are we meant to try? Or will this light, so fiercely bright, fade to embers in the night?
XVI The Tower
So here we remain, in this twilight refrain, caught between freedom and comfort’s chain.
If stars must wander, free to fly, then tell me—are we meant to try? Or will this light, so fiercely bright, fade to embers in the night?
So here we remain, in this twilight refrain, caught between freedom and comfort’s chain.