FIRE - SALTNPAPER

You fall from your eloquence

As you have no one to speak for you

The tears you bleed them out

Through the clouds they disappear

It leaves your tongue tied

So plead back to these

That float like the angels

Before they see you fall

And now you’re on your own again

But no worries

Your friends will be waiting for you

Rain down on this grass

We buried love to dust

Now the fire grows