Through The Fire |
| by Annie |
I remember being warned not to go there.
I tried to learn to think things through.
I really did try to go slow.
It made sense not to go near anything that would burn.
No one else is to blame,
I knew to stay away from the edge.
I never saw the danger of your smile.
I certainly never dreamed that my heart
Would race so wildly out ahead.
I really did try to go slow.
Then I walked through a ring of fire,
To you.
Now I am standing on an edge
I know the danger,
I see the fire.
Dear god I want to fly.
I really did try to go slow.
I could very well be wrong.
I might get hurt,
I may be burned.
Yet I can't help myself.
I seem to have lost the will to resist.
As I walked through the fire I learned,
That sometimes it's better to get singed.
Rather than to always be safe,
And going slow.
I have to try.
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