I am praying for fire

Praying for fire

To burn branches of wilt

That suffocate my sight

Bury my own will

I’m praying for fire

To renew me once more

Gather shattered glass at my feet

Propel me off the floor

Open a new door

In not purpose, nor direction

Not ability, or perspective

But of flames to smother out

The unneeded conventions

The pretentious message

Of the human’s invention

Take the word for what it gives you

Not the weight of your own intention

So I pray for fire

Pray for smoke

Pray for paths

To be revealed

I ask for bullets

And for swords

Ask for wounds

Ask to feel

Ask for pain

Ask for love

For they are of the same coin

Ask the stranger for his shot

Ask the ammo for a voice

Let a miracle be crafted

Let a man show he’s brave

Let the new roads be paved

Let the scruffiness be shaved

Let the stranger throw a bullet

One bullet

And let the spirit show him grace.

On the advent of destruction

What’s the color of our grace?