Campfire
The flickering flames engulfed the wood
I could smell it burning and saw sparks jumping around
In that moment there was no better sound
Silence was all that waited, there where I stood
Small footsteps could be heard on the ground
Without the fire there would only be cold
And sometimes it’s better to just be surrounded by heat
Just don’t let the flames get to you, or they’ll have you beat
Keep that in mind as you try and stay bold
There’s nothing in life that is truly neat
The fire is simply your bravery
When there is fear it quickly extinguishes
Don’t let that keep away your wishes
It will only try and strengthen your fury
There are plenty of fishes
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