Flames are dancing colors in the sky,
Storm is raging like fireworks on the fourth of July.
On this silent night, my only desire,
The frightening sound of thundering fire.
The flames consume the last bite of trust,
I lay down my head on ahes and dust.
Come my children leave behind fear and doubt.
Follow the trail that lets you out.
The fire within will lead us home
To an empathy place that we used to Rome
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