Wildfire - Vales

From every single heartbeat that pulses

The life through our veins

The sentiment is feeding

The sentiment is breeding

Time is of the essence and we must pursue so carefully

Freedom’s our existence yet we choose to live so cautiously

There’s a fire slowly burning

Without wind it’s un-consuming

Give me the caution

Balance with desire

There’s an urge for the yearning

Our fingers are held like vines

Wildfire, it’s coming