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