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Into the Flame, From the Ashes I Came


To greatness I aspire

Now that I’ve emerged from Fire.

You’re a pathetic, diminished Flame

Since I’ve overcome what you became.

Since that dreadful, burning hole,

And the childhood you stole,

Since you made me play that role,

You’re a useless, burnt out coal.

 

I will forever take offense

For the thieving of my innocence,

And even though you’re locked in jail,

Life was never a fairytale.

Nightmares haunted my endless sleep.

My scars couldn’t heal; I’d been cut too deep.

The say that God: He has us tested.

Just tell me why God chose molested.

 

To end it all, sometimes seemed best.

But I’m still here. Did I pass His test?

I desired the belief the table turns,

But was reminded by invisible burns.

If through the fire I’d walked away,

Why did I remember every day?

In a black and white world, I was gray:

Caught up in the confusion of everyday.

 

Because there’s something I couldn’t understand.

I liked it when he held my hand.

What ripped my soul and left it torn,

Was the fact that Fire’s flame is warm.

I knew that I could count on Him

To light me up when life was dim.

I knew he was a friend of trust.

I thought payment for that was a must.

 

And I tried to keep The Fire alive.

For years I let our secret survive.

Black ash filled me up inside.

My body was an urn; I had died

Until I met my water spout

Who killed The Flame and let me sprout,

Like a phoenix reborn from a pile of doubt,

From the darkness, stepping out.

 

I’ve since learned Fire was merely fuel

For a one member and internal duel.

I’ve since learned Flame was merely night

That must sometime give way to light.

I’ve since learned pain was merely death

To cleanse the lungs for a soot-free breath

I’ve since learned I am merely me:

The greatest thing I’ll ever be.

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