**Wrote while listening to Captive by Sarah Harmer**
Little Fire
Oh little fire,
How bright you burn,
With all your matches struck and your candles lit.
Oh little fire,
How warm your heart does blaze.
So much that I’m sure the flames must lick your breast.
Oh little fire,
When the moon forgets to cast her soft light,
Your eyes like embers burn bright.
Oh little fire,
Oh steady light,
Oh North Star to lead me back home.
No comments:
Post a Comment