Walk with me to my blackened room.
I'll follow you anywhere
I don't need to be brave
When I'm with you, I fear nothing.
Help me light the lights,
One by one,
With your fire
The fire in your soul,
The same fire that burned me too deeply,
That reached places I didn't know could burn,
And consumed me whole.
Even now, years later,
I'm still trying to understand
Why I'm clawing at the air,
Why I still can't breathe,
Why the scars refuse to fade.
I wish I could have said:
"Let it be your fire that burned me."
But now I see
You lost it to someone else.
You shone
And then you turned to ash.
If I had been brave enough back then,
Maybe I would have shared that fire with you
The one that was once yours.
Because I'm still burning inside
With your fire,
And yours alone.
