Dancing With the Flame
She wakes up to dance with the sun rise.
Brand new day, new season but she feels the same.
She gets pulled with the day but still feels the ties.
That binds her to the past, so she dances with the flame.
The flame she keeps burning in her heart away from eyes,
That will look at her and only see her as a name.
So she will rise with the sun, just as spring comes again,
She will grab hold and she will take the rein.
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