As the fire burns the flames change shape;
As the blood courses through me wanting to escape;
I take a deep breath and know this is life
And I'm existing, though not free from strife.
Every day has it's ups and it's downs,
Every day brings a glory of sounds...
Echoes that strengthen instead of fade,
Reciting from past sermons obeyed.
Staying the course, my feet firmly planted,
Remembering past joy enchanted.
Looking toward memories yet to be made,
A release of softness come to raid...
So I stoke the fire and fan the flames,
Lost in constrained haunts I find blame;
Nowhere to point except at myself,
For I, have to mend things, for ourselves.