Poemhead

Fires

We sit in judgement of wounded flowers
Frail and hideous these broken stems
We cut them down in risk of death
Hoping hard that they will bud again

Though we feel we have come so far
And we may never be whole again
But we have nothing to fear
If we just light the fires
Fires

We may find ourselves drinking in an ocean
Will we swallow the fish or let them drown?
But we’ll never consider asking them
We’ll just make up their minds for all time

Should you find yourself asking why
Just turn your face up to the stars
You can find a place for your heart to shine
And you might even find it was all inside

Though we feel we have come so far
And we may never be whole again
But we have nothing to fear
If we just light the fires
Fires

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s