the fire still burned

Every century, I count the burns with none of me

Healing through recovery isn’t always a guarantee

So, she waits her turn, but she will never return

To the stolen degree that everyone seems to earn

Patterns of madness is the only what matters

When she died, heaven made her come by a ladder

Time will be shared even though you’re not there

Will you be the one when smoke steals the air?

Maintain the nerve to forget what you’ve learned

Stop discarding the days of pain that you’ve earned

Even when you feel like you’ve spoken out of turn

At the end of the day, the fire still burned

I wanted to win just to begin

It was time to let go of the when