Ward

There's a flame beneath my heart,
And it won't ever go away.
No matter where the wind will blow,
It's always there to stay.

It's there when I take walks outside.
It's there when I'm asleep.
Sometimes it's a candle flame.
Sometimes a burning heap.

I'm not sure what to think sometimes.
I often let it go.
But when my flame wants to be heard,
It always lets me know.