When that scream is wrenched from your soul
When it is from your heart as an essence of firey anguish
Only then can you drink up freedom
Only then can you soak it up
Like a sponge

But you’ve been in love with stones
Hardened by layers of cold ice
Freezing atoms and liquid movement alike
Haven’t you had enough
Hasn’t it been hard as hell
Hasn’t it been tough

If you run through fire and light
Wouldn’t it be warm
Better than the cold night
Better than the constant fight

© SteelBlue