There is fire burning inside me.
Where hell took hold to reveal my heaven.
My foot paths of sorrow will lead me to my treasures.
My quest to exhibit where my heart took refuge.
Too see, too hear from my passion which erupts from the place of my gift lays.
He took hold of my eyes, and lit the fires of passion towards whom I love.
I will not settle for less then one.
He lifting the barriers to see pass our own feet.
He started a fire in wilderness, and through the fire is only way home.
In my youth he keep me in the a nursery of fear.
He keep me as lamb, but gave me eyes of a lion.
Then he opened a door.
To show the weight we could not carry no more.
We the blind could not see the new Egypt, and the new pharaoh.
So look up, home is close.
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