Dancing In The Fire

by

Phil Pochurek

We gather wood
In acts and deeds
To suit our purpose
And fulfill our needs.
Memories to burn
When we get old
To keep us warm
When we're alone and cold.
The road we take
Is the one we choose
Let the truth be your guiding light,
Keep the lies from out of your heart
Or you could lose
And be lost,in the darkness, of the night.
Each lie is a step
Down the flaming path of deceit,
It's hard to tell where your going
When the path is burning your feet.
It's like the death
Of a loved one, of a friend,
When you can't tell where the truth stops
And the lies begin.
When one person knows
The other one is a liar
Through the smoke
The truth is hard to see,
Until you're gone
And they stand alone
Dancing in the fire.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at A monster fire
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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