Fire Beneath Him

The words of a hard man sitting alone Lighting fire beneath the hand, beneath him It’s not his way, to be accident prone Can he be caught, by the other one slim Those that bite. can seem to multiply here Lighting fire beneath the hand, beneath him Sojourn he sees the fire, sends off his flair Taking down the mighty just by his walk Those that bite, can seem to multiply here Following that which alarms someone’s talk Keeping it in, won’t let the fire to burn Taking down the mighty, just by his walk He’s a master, burning within an urn There’s a bite to the fire, none like before Keeping it in, won’t let the fire to burn Amazing he wafts to belong to more The words of a hard man sitting alone There’s a bite to the fire, none like before It’s not his way, to be accident prone Russell Sivey