Midnight Fire

I am a midnight fire. 

Ripping through these fields of mine.

Raging like a tornado. 

Across the open skies. 

Raging.

Tearing.

Burning.

If it ain’t the soil beneath my feet.

If it ain’t the true me. 

It must be consumed by this fire. 

Within me.

Raging.

Tearing.

Burning.

There ain't no room for the wicked past. 

There ain’t no room for these doubts.

There ain’t no room for this shame.

There ain’t no room for these lies you have told me.

Raging.

Tearing.

Burning.

There ain’t no room in here.

For anything that ain't the soil, beneath my feet. 

This midnight fire rages with burning heat.