All words are written in ash.

The moment they touch the paper,

a demonstration of past failure.

For each word puts to shame the last,

in light of knowlege learned.

All words are written in ash.

And so they will stay,

and so they will be.

Ever building mountains,

growing higher and higher.

All words are written in ash.

As you look over your shoulder,

you will see what you have left behind.

Then standing before you,

is that mountain yet to climb.

All words are written in ash.

And from that ash before,

you will see something new.

Something unfortold,

waiting to be written from those piles of ash.

For all words are written,

from ash.