Let the fire burn us lying here;

It shows the passion of our souls,

Or at least go from this place soon,

Before our bodies turn hot, then cold.

I’m not afraid to die with you,

But I’m afraid of what they’ll say;

I ran in here just to save you,

But we may never see the light of day.

If only I could close my eyes,

Conceal what going on below them,

Not trusting in the weaker signs,

Lest my heart gets carried away again.


So will you choose to die here now?

Or live a life of shame?

Knowing that our bodies burn,

So, things will never be the same.

The End

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