Circles of You

Turning around in place

There's no clouds just open space

A set of footprints pass me by

In the snow lily-white

The low beams they shine right through

Tear-stained cheeks as they turn blue

That's when I started to worry

Is this fate's determining?

There's not a thing that I can do

Consequences have you

Stumbled upon the scene

See a birth reverting

I see you step in the womb

A crimson hand in the light of the moon

Wind so cold as it carries through

Nothing left just circles of you