we didn’t start the fire

There is a fire
sparks I can’t control
Light or dust? What will it be?

There is a fire
in my soul
Destruction or life? What will it be?

There is a fire
ashes and dust
But as the smoke fades, I see.

There was a fire
no wounds or scars
Everything new.

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