I see parts of my life slip away, as I stare into the hot embers.
The smoke rises, my eyes tear up, I remember a saying my mom told me.
The most faithfull need smoke in their lives, because wheres smoke there's fire, wheres fire there's passion.
So I take a deep breath in, and release it, i see a cloud form, and memories seep back in.
And fade without warning, I try to remember, but everything is foggy.
I come back down, left all alone again.
Grab my lighter and light another one repeat, until I finally remember.