Another Arc

In a way
We all will see
This light
Will never be
Mostly shadows
Made of smoke
This warmth
Will never grow
If you burn all the flies
We'll come back again
If you burn all the flies
We'll come back again
If you burn all the flies
We'll come back again
In a way
We'll never see
This light
Will always be
On the flesh
Another arc
Inside
You'll find the mark