The Fire To Put Out
OH THE ANGER THAT ARISES IN ME SOMETIMES,
IT’S LIKE A WILD FIRE,
FLARING THOSE DEADLY FLAMES,
AWAITING TO FIND SOMEONE TO BURN,
SO MANY PEOPLE TRY TO TOUCH IT,
ALL HAVE FAILED,
YOU KNOW HOW IT GOES CRASHED AND BURNED,
THERE IS ONE THOUGH,
EVERY TIME HE SPEAKS TO ME…
HE PUTS THAT ENRAGED FIRE OUT,
GOES FROM THE FLAME OF HELL TO THE ASHES OF HEAVEN,
POURING THAT MAGIC WATER ON THE DEADLY FIRE THAT WAS
UNSTOPPABLE,
WHY HE GOT THAT SPECIAL TALENT…
I HAVE NO IDEA.
NOR DO I KNOW WHERE SHE OBTAINED IT TOO,
THE SOOTHING SOUND OF HER VOICE,
IT BRINGS ME TO FULL ATTENTION,
AT THAT MOMENT SHE’S THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS TO ME,
WHATEVER SHE SAYS I CANNOT REFUSE,
I IMMEDIATELY OBIED,
SEEMS TO BE A BUILT IN INSTINCT,
IF THERE’S A GOD IN HEAVEN THEN…
SHE’S MAGICAL OR DOES SHE HAVE IT NATURALLY?
A HEART OF GOLD I NEVER BELIEVED IN,
NOW I DO…BECAUSE OH WHEN THAT ANGER ARISES IN ME,
SHE PULLS IT OUT AS SOON AS IT’S STARTED,
THAT SAVES ME MANY PROBLEMS,
IT MAKES ME VERY FOND OF HER,
GOOD TO KNOW THERE ARE SUCH PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD,
BUT NO ONE WILL EVER TAKE HER PLACE,
THAT PLACE SHE FOUND IN MY HEART.
Copyright © Jennifer Wallace | Year Posted 2008
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