Knife of fire

A notebook left for the dust to write on it

A pen left for the wind to dry the ink from it

Some words left hanging on in the air

Some feelings that my heart cannot bear

 

I leave it all

There is no return

I had fell my fall

And it used the hard way to make me learn

 

What I deserve, what I desire

Is just a knife that sets my heart on fire

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