| Of Keeping The Fire Down |
|---|
| Now in hand, a choice ahead. |
| Buried in sand. |
| Once blessed, now dead. |
| Wake from my dream |
| so it may seem still I regret |
| And I make sure is? |
| All is gone |
| (To the hate hunting me) |
| Still lost, somehow. |
| To understand I must? |
| I dig with both hands |
| through a promise I kept |
| Deeper I love, more I awake |
| And all that I took |
| was not mine to take |
| All is gone |
| (To the hate hunting me) |
| Still lost, somehow. |
| (to the tears blinding me) |
