My soul burns like a wooden pyre
remained it would have been
if it had not been for Fire
who gently warmed my heart
without burning the skin
she knows what I have done
and how I feel within
I now know where I stand
and I hope I am forgiven
I have an explanation
for the life that I was living
for all I hope to do
and for all that I have done
I didn't mean to hurt or upset anyone
but no matter what I do
I will always be in trouble
building my life
and watch it turn to rubble
when will it end?
will the last grain of sand
burn bright like the sun in my open hand
and find a new beginning
one that can be found
when I look up in the air
and not to ash upon the ground
Adding your comment: