burning with a fire
there's no where to go but forward
looking through the tunnel
for a light to canter toward
holding on to what is left
'cause there won't be no more
and living is an expense
that I can't even afford
burning with a fire
that has yet to be extinguished
from masses lost to apathy
I try to be distinguished
what is lost when flames go out
is so hard to relinquish
the work that there is left to do
no one will ever finish
burning with a fire
that is raging on inside me
shedding all the masks that they
have painted on to hide me
waiting for the bells to toll
to see who stands beside me
waiting for a sigh to give me hope
and love to guide me
burning with a fire
I can make it if I try
even though some times
I feel so tired I could die
and when exhaustion is enough
to make me shake and cry
I know there is no answer
thus no reason to ask why
