The Fire. (A Quatern).

Words pour down from the firey peak,

setting fire to my greatest dreams,

there’s nothing I can do but run,

run into the furnace and fight.

I’m burning but it’s better to.

Words pour down from the firey peak,

of my heart in this small Valley,

this Valley of doubts must end soon,

what else shall this fire consume?

And when this Valley is quite through,

words pour down from the firey peak,

seeking a much more precious prey,

but if you’ll look back where it’s been.

Find it’ path is not destruction,

but it left a mark greener still.

Words pour down from the firey peak.

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