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 higher higher higher it was burning me alive until - The morning sun showed me, I was standing in a desert And I looked at my feet and asked Why aren’t you burning from passion And they said, Because fear isn’t grabbing your neck anymore