It's darkness in daytime,
You're dancing like fire.
It licks at your heals as you start to perspire.

Like a witch at the stake,
They've got you snagged good.
Your shame is the kindling,
The best firewood.

As they pile it up,
You try to extinguish.
But your burden is heavy,
Its hard to distinguish.

It's time to let go,
Don't you agree?
Let the flames engulf you,
You deserve to be free.

© Miss Messica