The Fire Inside Me
Pure like the snow, quiet like the wind
Then a spark grew from deep within
The older the spark, the greater the fire
But she burnt everyone she once had desired
Her eyes grew sad, she had no one to love
Because everyone close had fled to above
Having no one in sight, she strapped herself to a tree
and burnt herself alive so she could be free
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