(Short part but listen to the whole song anyway. Just because Daughter is delightful.)

I commend you for teaching me a pertinent lesson about rising. Rising like a battered but still-surviving phoenix.

From the ashes of what I thought was to be a magnificent enchanted forest of our union.

Now the forest has been ravaged by flames, over-burdened with water.

What lies is tainted soil; we shall never grow again.

Our roots have dwindled to dust.

The ash stains my face and clogs my arteries.

Thank you for allowing me to see for myself how I am still able to place one trembling foot in front of the other, gingerly treading over our calamity.

You live on, as do I.

The only alteration is that our paths no longer intertwine, we no longer hold each other up.

Will I fall without you at my immediate beck and call?

Yes.

Will I get up?

I have no other choice.

My wings are yet to spread, as are yours.

I hope to encounter you in the skies one day, my love. 

-You have given me so very much to write about.