Burn, Burn, Burn.

Inside I'm crying out

While my head is flooded with doubt

And though I sound silent,

My heart is clearly violent.

I'm sighing in need of a cure

Don't know how much longer I can endure.

I'll keep on fighting

And in my pain, writing.

Then my soul will speak

Aspiring to disguise the weak.

Thirsting for more than I've got,

I remember that I was bought.

Perhaps this is only hope

That allows me to be able to cope.

But still, I hold onto this tight.

Inside, I feel something ignite.

I'll search it out until I learn

that life is this burn, burn, burn.