Fires - Michael Kentish
Warm eyes fill my heart
With words I won't describe
Inside fires are lit
But all inside are cold
I can see your beauty
In hearts too small to find
I can feel your goodness like a fire touching me
I can see happy things trees that sway in the breeze
Dark eyes full of hope
For all the good things you deserve
I can see guiding lights fires that burn in the night
And I can do almost anything if I choose
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