Wildfire

Paradise, your angels have a price
How impure is the soul that kept it all?
Feathers of gold
Weight more than wrongs

I recline on errors and mistrials
I'll burn my fuel before my final sighs
Save your saints
I'll be my own

So why trade
What's certain
For pipe dreams
And disdain
Run away
Beg and pray
Or turn back
Face the day
There's a flail
In the gaze
Of those who
Shy away
Try and fail
If you may
Don't dismiss
Disarray



Credits
Writer(s): Tatiana Eros
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