The Fire within, Reignited

I see into your soul
and see the higher
nature of your angel
famishing and waxing
old

You've been thru a
lot and unselfishly
shared your gifts
inherited, not by money
bought

Your white lighter flickers
like a flame blown by the
winds is ready to be
blown-out and it seems
as though it could be any
day now as your heart you
unselfishly pour out

If wings again you had,
you could once again soar
into the heights and feel
those feelings once again
that have for long time now
been cold and dead

Dead and bloated, replaced
by emotions of indifference
that have left you feeling
morose and hopeless

Not all who wander are lost
and regeneration does come
thru suffering but, not on a
cross cause, we've all suffered
and had a cross to bear but, I
can help you up without putting
your hard-earned money in my
plate

They say come and bring your
offering when the offering they
should want to receive to relieve
you of is your bleeding soul so,
fuck them and their little miniscule
world