Flame
Comparing to the outside
Not looking within
Praying to Jesus Christ
I need a forgiven sin
Not getting much out of my life so far
Unless you count the half ass grades
And the $500 dollar car
I'm pushing farther and faster than ever before
And getting lost in the music
Getting mangled and scarred
By the ways I manifest on my situation
Inner and deeper pain than seen by populations
And burning inside is a flame that's losing fuel
Because all it ever did was walk into the school
It repeated and rephrased and analyzed it all
Tried it's hardest but still on a fall
And never rising up
Nothing to catch it's breath
Nothing to grab a hold of
Just gliding into it's death
And the air blowing hard
And the fire starts receding
And the fire is losing hope
And the fire’s crying and pleading
For a little bit of time for it to stand back up
But the answer is no and now it's drowned by books and cuts
To the psyche of fire and the tears in it's brain
Letting it all flow from it
Like water to a drain
And spiraling down a never ending hole
Where the fire lost its pride
And the fire then lost it's soul
And the fire never came up
And the fire was lost in darkness
And the fire had no escape
The fire was trapped on the inside
And the fire was tarnished and scrapped
From being dragged and thrown
From one side to the other
And never being held
And never cared for by others
The fire took all the torture
The fire went through the suffer
The fire had no choice
The fire was now covered
The fire was burning out
And the fire was growing weak
And the fire fell to the ground
But the fire can't go to sleep
So the fire tried to stand up
But the fire fell to it's knees
Now to fire is on the ground
And the fire now couldn't see
The fire looked up to the sky
And the fire let out a scream
And the fire then looked back down
And the fire cried and went to sleep
That's when the fire woke up
And it was trapped inside its dream
The fire opened it's eyes
And the fire couldn't believe
What the fire was now seeing
What the fire was now believing
That the fire was not bleeding
That the fire could go on living
The fire stood up and walked to the door
Light surrounded it from the top to the floor
And it looked as the the holy land was just behind the door
So the fire took a step and then took a couple more
And the fire put it's hand on the handle
And the fire couldn't believe it
The fire had no more misery
The end was near it could see it
The fire turned the handle and the fire push on the door
The fire couldn't get through
The fire pushed on it more
The fire was pushing harder
The door wasn't budging
The fire gave it all it had
And the door wasn't nudging
So the fire sat down with his back against the wall
Defeated and bruise from the fires fall
Now the fire really tried to pull itself together
But now the rain was coming
And the fire couldn't get wet or
The fire would burn out
And the fire would be no more
So the first thing the fire did
Was the fire went to the door
And the fire pushed harder
And the rain was getting closer
And the fire was getting madder
And the rain was going faster
And the fire punched the door
And the latch was getting looser
So the fire punched again
And the door was getting looser
So the fire ran back and charged at the door
And when he made contact the door fell to the floor
That is when fire ran on through and immediately fell through
Back into the dream that he had come from too
The fire has a never ending cycle of being lost inside
Every single time the fire tries to hide
The fire loses hope and the flame almost goes
But the fire gets back just never past those
Times where it’s finally free
Living in that world has said something to me
I'm scared of all my problems
And honestly I can't solve them
I don't even know how it is I can cross them
Instead i run away
And hope for the best
But never can I get any sort of rest
Because that fire inside me is burning out
The rain is coming faster
And my fuel is going drought
So my running has finally come to an end
No more leaving dust
No more playing pretend
No more looking for shelter
And no more in the lion's den
I'm finally able to rest
And my relationships I can mend
Because I finally found a way to deal with my issues
And never will I ever dismiss or misuse
The gift I have received
And the gift means so much to me
The power of the gift is something so amazing and honestly really helps
With me getting through stuff
And me getting through hell
Every night I fill myself with it
While during the day I only get little tastes of it
The gift that I got is something for me now
Something that makes me better
Something that clicks now
Something that pushes me harder
Something that makes me stronger
Something that gives me hope
And has the fire burn longer
That gift for me is something I get to see
Every single day I can
He has sent to me
Thank you for being you, Miss Tangerine
From the receiver of your gift,
The flame inside of Me
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