I touch the fire and it freezes me.
I want my fire back.
All i see is coldness and black.
All alone , with only night to comfort me.
Cold wind blows yet i don't freeze.
I have to ask, Where is my fire?
Shadows follow me, but i don't care.
One by one they turn from me.
Leaving me all alone.
Once again some how i get cold.
Broken peices of my world, fall down peacefully.
Still lost without my fire.
I want it back.
Walk ....what seem's forever..
I stop and touch the fire..
that...freeze's me...
