Bare The Flames
Please blow me a kiss from the skies above,
For I feel nothing on this lonely ground.
I long for the wind just to feel something new,
But even the cold grows old and desolate.
My only hope is to hear your voice again,
But truth be told, I don’t want to.
I don’t want the pain, nor the bitter memories I hold,
So I cast myself into a state of dormancy.
I’ll be up there soon, then you may sing,
But for now, I must sit here and bare the flames.