The fire of the soul burns brightly, Showing us the way, The ice of the eyes dives deeply, I watch the clouds from where I lay, I seek only to find, within myself, peace, As I set off brave and bold, Little then do I know that I, Will return to life, tattered and cold, The sky is clear and birds sing praise, The wind hasn't yet begun to howl, But when it does, it is only my eyes, That shine out from underneath my cowl, As the lonely day sets into night, All my hope has begun to fade, I find myself in need of faith, So into my heart, you, I bade.
Reason for writing:
I write because it's what I do best...you might not think so, but I'm not really a poet, persay...
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