Fire

Feeling the heat that captures

The warmth that see the chance

Imagine the stone lit contortion

Sprawling itself at a glance

[Incomprehensible]Shadows shaded yellow

Both shredded and tapered flames

Reaching at a constant level

Rising, rising, combustionThe blue light at the bottom

Surely sets the stage

For the radiant dancing

If the flares of the sun

Feel them burnThe heat that you feel is friction

Creating a scar that sees

An everlasting reflection

An everlasting appeal

Pain, real painShadows shaded yellow

Both shredded and tapered flames

Reaching at a constant level

Rising, rising, combustionThe blue light at the bottom

Surely sets the stage

For the radiant dancing

If the flares of the sun