Fire

Born alone in a troubled city, 

I listen closely for an excuse to leave, 
I dont need your approval, 
Neither your pity. 
Plenty of aces in my sleave, 
I can stay in the carneval dance, 
I do whenever I have the chanse. 
Learned from the very start, 
Nothing is lasting, 
Only fairy-tales last forever. 
So whatever the face you see, 
Make sure to stay away. 
I've learned to stick to the truth, 
And leave the rest for my grave. 
Suffer comes with great reward, 
So i stay strong and keep travel with the wind. 
I am sorry that you lost the war, 
But my guns are always ready. 
You made me prepare the fire, 
I cant feel the difference between, 
Love and desire. 
My sorrow Will last but, 
I am proud, of me, 
No matter my story, my past. 

/Rebecca 

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