Some souls burn bright
Passion and fire mix and fight
Twist and turn
Every breath feels like you're gulping air and inhaling water
There is a churning in your heart
Your soul leaps to beat against your ribs,
and each day brings forth a new dream; all dying to be heard above the marching.
The marching, beating, beating, beating
Beating of drums and sirens wail their songs and pierce your ears.
Those souls who burn bright, who want to see stars in their eyes and live free.
Those souls who breath life in deeply
Who drink from a pool of opportunity,
They can never quite hush the rustle of passion within them.
Those souls never go numb
They feel every excruciating breath.