In a world that's so cold, you gotta protect your own soul.
Like a bonfire where the wind blows, keeps you warm, needs your fuel.
When you're young you think you have time,
give others your flame cause it ain't worth a damn.
Far away there's the warning that comes too late,
you're lost in the wilderness & the light is dim.
Maps & stars give no warmth & kindness is on loan.
Hope when you are tired of running from fear & shame
the one with your fire is one and the same.
No obligations.
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