Gratitude
Set Fire to Make it Grow
How was I too know The match that I was lighting Was bound to explode I couldn't have known Pure alcohol to a flame, is bound to cause a change lts fun while it burns But the clean ups where it turns Its usually just a phase, a phase we out grow It had me dancing to the music only I could hear the tune But life ruined it by asking me to grow How was I to know It's better on the other side Set fire to make it grow
By simplicity2 years ago in Poets
