Colors True

The rivers flow, the seasons turn Yet I remain where embers burn The quiet voice within my chest A guiding light, my one request They paint the sky with borrowed hues Yet I will walk in colors true I am the oak, my roots run deep Through sun and shade, my soul will keep No fleeting gold, no whispered name Can change the spark within my flame The road is long, the air is thin Yet truth is where my steps begin No distant prize, no easy way Could lead my heart to go astray They paint the sky with borrowed hues Yet I will walk in colors true I am the oak, my roots run deep Through sun and shade, my soul will keep No fleeting gold, no whispered name Can change the spark within my flame And if the echoes fade to none The stars will hum what I have sung For even dust, when kissed by time Becomes a tale, a vow, a sign I am the oak, my roots run deep Through sun and shade, my soul will keep No fleeting gold, no whispered name Can change the spark within my flame