
Fire I yearn for this heart,
For ashes of it won’t beat.
Song I hear of sad lyric
For silence then won’t kill.
All deaf sit beside,
Uncharted of I reside,
They scream in fantasies of own.
Here the fowl of aviary I am,
Where vault ends,
Of all gripe are unheard.
The indoors of mine is a broken sea,
Searches of refuge,
Closes doors all,
I wonder, for a while if comes he,
Not the prince charm is he,
But the beloved of mine,
For I Nomad! dream...
Endless it is I say,
Destroying disease it is,
Insanity it is
Fake it is...
Oh yes! Fire I yearn
to burn this heart forever
for ashes of it wont beat.
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