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Fires

In the quiet hours of the night, fires erupt.
The structure beneath our feet, begins to corrupt.
Brick by brick we've chipped away at the foundation.
With no signs of slowing or swaying. 

We've fallen back into the trap. 
I search and search, yet find no map.
Can we rebuild, stronger than ever? 
Or we will crumble, layer by layer?

The fires around us, swell and bellow,
Destroying everything in their way, above and below. 
And we stay cradled in that old rickety house.
Trying not to be engulfed by the flames around. 

But one day those fires will completely consume,
And by that time, we'll be out of the woods, or doomed.
Which one will we choose? 
It is actually a choice or is it simply fortune?

If I look to my heart, I see what I desire;
To build for us a protective layer, a fire retardant.
Will we always be held captive to the way that we're wired?
Or can I change the course of our destiny, and build something admired?

Perhaps the answer isn't for me to know.
Perhaps it's only something faith and commitment can show. 
But perhaps there is something in our control,
Powerful enough to escape the fires of tomorrow.
Love; I'll bet my faith on that as the goal.





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