As I watch this sage burn,
I wonder how long the good spirits stay.
Are they with us forever?
Or do they slowly fade away?
How much different things would be if you were still here.
I could call and ask your advice.
You were my sage.
Now I am so lost.
As I watch this smoke fill every room,
I keep hope in my heart that you stay with me.
This magic will never be as strong as the magic in your heart.