My Flame

Every morning I get out of bed no matter the thoughts that go on in my head, 

although the pillow and the blankets are warm I have to get up and walk out into the storm,

The winds they surround me and the rain tries to drown me I thank God that my flame found me.

I look at these kids and I see their smiles so patient and kind all the while, 

The way they love is pure as snow because they trust that their parents and elders are the ones who know

They put their lives in their familys hand as trust that their lives will go as planned

No need to worrie no need to cry well unless you don't get your order of french fries.

I am inspired to love and care like a child, without a worrie in the world my trust reconciled.