Burn
It is because of you
That I am lost
it is because of you that I
Have been found
It is the fire that you
Gave to me
That heats my hot air
Balloon
I am floating in midair
Waiting and waiting
To come back down
But I utilize this fire
Mold it with my new
found power
I am new again
I am free again
Let me breathe again
I dare you
To believe in me
I dare you to give me more
of this wonderful
beautiful
Free
Flame
Because, honestly, Mom
What else have you given me
To work with?
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