Too much fire would burn your bones
You ain’t no phoenix to rise again
You might find water to put out flames
But too much liquids could drown you
You are fragile, your head could be broken in two
And your heart, it probably is
I don’t wish you good luck cause you know it ain’t true
I wish you strength to deal with your fears
Too much people can crush your mind down
Was it worth it to be born at all
You are sitting inside your head on your own
Wondering why were you meant to grow
Too Much Fire
© Copyright: Племянница Уолта Уитмена, 2019
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