Paint With Fire
Pain rips through my bleeding heart
As always, it happens anytime, be it day or night, anytime when
I reminiscence about those days, those lush days, when for love, I cried
Not caring about my name, my dignity or my worth
Taking life as it was, believing in love and its powerful attraction
While Time did move forward; more than eons of years did pass
I remain alone, burning with flames so red, so bold
That the whole world can be painted with them
Honoring the time when once, for love I did cry
Flames now burst out through my heart, my anger soars up high
I remain yet, so calm and pure, submissive to my Fate
Revering the cause of life, hoping though, to paint the whole world
Every nook and every crook, with those fiery flames, pouring out from my heart!
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