Playing With Fire

It's like playing with fire My heart Russian Roulette A game of chance Someone always gets burned Blows up in my face Scorched And I don't want to play anymore

Touching Presence

Feel it build with the music Something I'd forgotten Something worth chasing I'll catch it as I rest Faces unfamiliar No knowledge that they are welcoming me The prodigal has come home Peace washes over the room Presence touching souls Warming in a new light Now open your eyes Consume me in this fire Burn …

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