The fire has grown cold,
The love has become lost,
The flames have all grown old,
And pain was the cost,
Icy blood runs through the veins,
With shattered roses upon the floor,
What love was there, no longer remains,
The fire that burned is no more,
But an icy cold chill fills the air,
Broken dreams with a will once strong,
Fills the life with anger and despair,
A love proven to be wrong,
Yet the fire continues to burn,
Rather than be put out,
Hard and cold anger takes its turn,
That the fire is without a doubt,
Always there within us all,
And this you know is true,
Hot or cold it burns tall,
In me and even you.
Author: K Ball
