I stood at the edge of a forest
Fear grabbing my neck
Passion burning at my feet
I sank my hands into the soil, yearning to grow
When I first found my fire
It kept me warm, it gave me life
But as the night fell darker it started to fade
I cut down trees with my teeth to keep it alive I had to I had to
My stomach turned as I watched the fire rise deep into the black sky
I needed to reach higher h...