Like the twig that gets incinerated by the flame,
so too does all of my anxiety and pain.
The fire burns away everything that does
not serve my highest good.
Leaving behind not charcoal,
but embers that stir my soul.
I am alive by fire.
Like the twig that gets incinerated by the flame,
so too does all of my anxiety and pain.
The fire burns away everything that does
not serve my highest good.
Leaving behind not charcoal,
but embers that stir my soul.
I am alive by fire.