Footsteps Through Fire

"Footsteps through the fire

But I don't feel a thing 

Burning even brighter

I sour on angel wings

Down in a ditch

I can see the light

If I could only reach

I try with all my might

But I can't seem to take

One more sleepless night

When did it become so fake? I think

And the thought fills me with fright."

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