Fire is pure, but painful to touch,
Just like a memory that you think of too much.
Persevere, although it seems hard,
It’s up to you to turn a new card.
The card may me dim, but it’s your way through,
Through to a new life, to begin a new.
Don’t look to the past to light your way,
Look to a beginning, a one worthy to stay.
Memories are sweet, but some hurt to remember,
So it’s up to you to stamp out that last ember.