• Standing in the distance
    I see your solemn eyes
    That share a faded yellow
    With the fire in the skies

    But now that flame has faded
    A fallen memory
    Of your mate, your pups, your past
    And what they used to be

    You used to have the good life
    But that came to a halt
    Humans burned your forest
    You see it as your fault

    For you, O cobalt brute believe
    You’re the reason for her end
    So you give your soul to make things right
    Her heart you wish to mend

    But late you are, you foolish dog
    For you’re blind to the fact
    That your tries will end in failure
    Can you object to that?

    The fire that caused all your pain
    Burns in your austere eyes
    Don’t you know to love yourself?
    It’s humans you should despise

    Could you truly answer how
    You’re the one behind for it all?
    How you’re the reason for her death
    How you made her take the fall?

    Obviously, you can’t, you know
    So chide yourself no more
    Quit traipsing through the memories
    (On) your mind’s cutting room floor

    Open your eyes noble brute
    See what was really done
    As you stare at your blue shadow
    Created by that sun



    That shines on your broad figure
    Against the ivory snow
    And the scars that line your silky pelt
    For they can really show

    Scars from the “maybes,” deaths, and tears
    That escaped your fiery eyes
    But give it up, you foolish brute
    For you’ve already answered the “why’s”

    Why love had to be quick to end
    Why you’re the only one left
    Why the heavens betrayed you so
    Why your heart suffered such theft

    As you traipse across the meadow
    Now blanketed in white
    Remind yourself, cobalt brute
    That what you did was right

    That running from the crimson flame
    Was what you should have done
    And looking back not once was good
    Though you’re the only one

    You had the world at your very feet
    About that, there’s no doubt
    The only thing important
    Is that you made it out

    You can always find another mate
    And pups, too much the same
    But you couldn’t replace your own life
    If you didn’t escape the flame

    So there you stand upon that rock
    Your past is in your eyes
    Reflection of the golden sun
    And tint of crystal skies

    Forget it, brute, it’s the best for you
    Even you don’t know what to do