Atone In the Fire

A thimble full of joys is all that It will take, to carry me through a fire unto a new days wake As Pandora’s box was opened a curious creature looked within, her mother always warning that her downfall would be sin But here within this moment of discovery past the veils, it was the killer of the cat that made this spirit fail With no regrets in pockets I fill them up with hope, the love and gentle messages are the lifelines used to cope When pain is carving his name in the marrow of my bones, a joy of the world fires me this mind turns to atone Building with no blocks till loving hands assist, in glowing lights all over my will to live persists And when I start to pale as I sometimes do, turn to look inside me and I open up the flue Once the blaze is lit that no man can extinguish, a spirit sits beside me in time I’ll not be vanquished And reaching for the end singing peace to all my days, I will soldier on beside him beneath my wake does blaze