This fire that did burn inside before
Has left the confines of this somber heart,
To take a hold of everything outside
And burn it up all without any smoke.
There is no trace behind for me to bear
Left solely with a desolate cavern,
Methinks this is the home I always knew;
These dreams I had were shadows never true.
Take heart, look up, and push on forward march,
To journey on with one step at a time.
Believe in those who do believe in you,
For that is the only belief in me.
Yet, after years of pushing rock up hill,
I have surmised best course is to sit still.