Within my soul there is a fire;
a longing pain and deep desire.
This fire within is my furnace,
I feed it coals to keep it burning.
By its bread it keeps me fed,
and brings me warmth amongst the cold.
In times of darkness, It brings forth light.
My dreams are sparked by flames,
and my truths are forged from steel.
The heat burns out impurities,
and the hammer strikes the metal into shape.
Leaving only what is strong and durable.
That which is hardened, and unrelenting.
A process that equips me to fight the daily battle
against all that seeks to snuff out my light,
and take my life away.
My hands remain callus and burned;
My face ever anointed with dusted soot,
As my lungs fill with darkened smoke.
I was born broken;
To walk the earth That I was made from,
looking for anything to make me whole
before I am gone.
But outside
there is no freedom or comfort,
no rest, no peace.
The fire’s warmth
Is the only thing that keeps me alive,
and its glow’s reflected within my eyes.
I make it my purpose to burn like this flame
that gave me warmth, showed me hope,
and taught me peace.
This world is cold, and my light will go out.
But I will burn brightly, before-
I turn to ash.