Be The Flame

If I could kiss your pain away, 

I would   

Take the struggles from your aching hands       

Lay them down

                                         

Soothe the parts of you rough with worry, 

tangled with doubts, 

harrowed by the miseries of life      

Take away the impetus to turn towards revenge in your grief                                                         

The desire to reject imperfect beauty                     

I would never say it isn’t that hard, because it is 

The winds and twists of life, of fate
Ravage the heart

I would only say that if there were anything that might save the world
It’s a warm heart full of unlikely light 
That burns bright in the otherwise cold dark