Got everything right
Except the things that I didn’t
So I stand at the altar
Making fire
Putting in bits of me
Pieces that have me weighed down
Cold heart in need of warmth
And the soul needs some rest
Through orange and ashes
What’s lost will be found
What took a while to do
Disperses so quickly
There will be bonfire tonight
And on the nights that follow
Till there is nothing left to give
No more of me.