Fire grows
In my limbs
To do
To act
To be
Its flames unbending
As I try to
Douse them
Quiet them
Shape them
What to do but
What they urge
What they cry for
What they demand
Fire grows
In my limbs
To do
To act
To be
Its flames unbending
As I try to
Douse them
Quiet them
Shape them
What to do but
What they urge
What they cry for
What they demand