Pine

I have a burning heart

It’s calling out for you

It went up with your spark

I tried to put it out

There was nothing I could do

 

A thousand miles apart

Just seems to feed the flames

Alone here in the dark

Fire going wild

I’m wishing it would rain

 

The driest parts are the ones that burn

Just hope that when the flames die down

The spark returns

 

It’s been a lonesome year

But embers still are gold

I keep them in my mind

Check from time to time

That the ashes don’t get cold

 

How long can one heart burn

Before the fuel is gone

I wonder if forever

Or if it’s just until

Someone else comes along

 

The driest parts are the ones that burn

Just hope that when the flames die down

The spark returns

Winds will blow, skies will rain

Just hope that when the smoke all clears

The warmth remains

 

Burn, burn, burn

Through hollow and reed

If you’re the one to finally put it out

Then maybe you’re what I really need

 

When the wildfire’s done

And nothing green remains

Just give a little time

And sure before your eyes

They’ll be grass upon the plain

 

Trees will always burn

When boughs are driven dry

So hard to watch them go

New ones grow so slow

But I guess that’s just life

 

The driest parts are the ones that burn

Just hope that when the flames die down

The spark returns

Winds will blow, skies will rain

Just hope that when the smoke all clears

The warmth remains

 

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