Voice of my Heart

The passion of warmth
On a cold white night,
A thousand years to come,
And he is a dying fire of love
With death’s wings,
A flaming furnace in the night
The sun burns in a dream
And he is in darkness,
He is on the ground
And we know he’s not dead yet,
But we’re asleep,
We know he’s still here,
Until morning comes,

Until morning comes,
We know he’s still here,
But we’re asleep,
And we know he’s not dead yet,
He is on the ground
And he is in darkness,
The sun burns in a dream
A flaming furnace in the night
With death’s wings
And he is a dying fire of love
A thousand years to come,
On a cold white night,
The passion of warmth

Missy Betta, 2021

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