The glow of the fire in my heart burns bright.
the peace after sadness brings hope.
the thought of being held like a kite helps me to cope.
mist comes from the mountain of insecurity.
fire burns bright in the forest of tragedy.
blood drips from the body that died so that our inequities may be forgotten.
raised is the body that from which blood dripped.
saved was the sinner who believed.
the mountain of insecurity melts away.
the forest of tragedy burns away.
peace flows through those who believe.
sadness falls away.
the glow of the fire burns bright.