Fresh Fire

Echoes of loud voice sound of that of trumpet noise of joy and celebration blinking in dark without blinks thoughts of paradise was all in me fear becomes my best friend as I saw the crowd tripping my pen became my companion still with thousands of opinion I was soon lost in it's atmosphere feeling like an illuminate I saw myself doing a soneat yet enjoys the concept weaving for a composure yet drunk in it's fire It's a fresh fire burning with a fresh vision yet can make you loose your mind Cause the have war with words like a camouflage soldiers no retreat no surrender the fire burns with fresh ideas.