It's coming in the air all my children of earth and blood and stone gather for me yet my wings can't break from the path I've written here before It's always come to this I'm not so fond of ponies who can't make right additions to their past and on and on they run I'm not so fond of myself or what I lack And everypony knows no road can chase me long enough to take me home It burns me to the core but there's just something else about her and she was always more than a periphery or a faithful courrier And not a pony goes unnoticed in my eyes I'll break in the fall Bring color to my cold breathe red and gold and purple in my life and I see nothing now that isn't lost in stars and cosmos before these mighty skies And it swallows me whole to know we're more lost than she the constellations that I stole and wrapped around her wings she keeps them there to comfort me