I Write Poetry
I fan the fires flame, smoke rises from the ashes our fathers made from the ground through the soil they came to give warmth to me.
I offer their sacrifice my bread and they blessed it to rise. I give them water and they kill the evil inside.
They warn others of my presence and they make me feel safe at night. I sacrifice my time for the fire of eternal life.
I offer their sacrifice my bread and they blessed it to rise. I give them water and they kill the evil inside.
They warn others of my presence and they make me feel safe at night. I sacrifice my time for the fire of eternal life.