A Flower

I might be getting older now
although it feels inside out.
Still my head is filled with doubt
as I lay my life upon you.

To deaf ears I do sometimes shout
as the echo trickles down.
A change is about to happen now
as I cling to my past youth.

Wild fire burns all around.
I never will be found.
Saved more times than I can count,
tonight I bid adieu.