Cinnamon (The Star)

My room smells like cinnamon I'm burning everything I'm building what I need the scent, a souvenir To take on a journey That's personally I need somewhere to live, nice and warm And feeling homey (So, is that you) Dear? The wall right in front of me I'll break it honestly I'll break down anything just to overcome The fear and emotion The self destruction I need somewhere to go, need a home, need to know (Is that you) Dear? My hands smell like cinnamon They found my innocence Reborn to start again To wash the tears away with bold intuition Create my vision I need somewhere to see Somewhere to be, someone to me (So, is that you) Dear? The wheel set in motion These gates have opened A cycles closing the sign I'm meant to read To take as I travel Both strong and fragile I need to ask somehow to feel And pray some thing to say (So, is that you) Dear?