The fuel for this fire that burns
A peace that’s brought from within
Will this be the last of your returns?
Pull me in
Pin to the wall again
I see your brilliance from afar
Rainbow lands on this pot of gold
Do you push me to raise the bar?
Casting your mold
Recoup the pieces I’ve sold
A knowing discomfort that gains
Panic in lieu of this lack of discipline
A growing that your light maintains
The ice is thawing thin
Far too close to the end to begin
I was there with you waiting for me
Drop this anchor - will this ship hold?
Tension as my heart and head disagree
True as you told
Somebody please tell this fool to fold
Thought I had found the one
Thought I had found the one
This one love
This one love
Copyright 2022 Sean Ferree
