The wheel of dawn

Shaded by the trees, calling out to the wind, I'm lying face-down crying I saw a version of myself I didn't even recognize On this guitar I'm playing the melody of someone who's passed on A star falls in the grief of someone who'll never be seen again Please don't go, no matter how much you scream, all it will do is quietly stir these orange petals Saved on my soft brow, I send the memories in my palm far away An eternal farewell as I keep strumming The heart of a child clinging to a gentle hand The blazing wheels cast it off and continue on On this guitar I'm playing the grief of someone who's passed on The strings in my heart being plucked at violently In the pure white unstained by sorrow, the orange petals stirred in a summer shadow Even if my soft brow is lost, I'll cross over the far off, red-stained sand The rhythm of farewell Branded into my memories, on the ever-turning earth, there is something sprouting in remembrance Sending off the dawn's carriage Those orange petals are stirring somewhere even now The peaceful daybreak I once saw Until it is placed in my hands once more, please don't let the light go out The wheels are turning