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made to burn

I've always been afraid of jail

and mental institutions

I've never wondered why 'til now

is it fear of isolation?

or maybe they'd never let me go?

I've an incessant need to be free...

don't want me choice removed

don't wanna lose my autonomy

Is it the burning rebel fire

that runs throughout my wildling veins?

now feeling strangled

with a mind that can't be tamed

it seems such an odd thing to feel

I spend so many days alone

guess at least I'm learning all about myself

while prisoner of my home

Chorus

Like a Furness I'm always aflame

whether passion or frustration

it all manifests the same

if there's one thing that I have learned

this soul was made to burn

we're all two side of the same coin

please tell me there's a middle

cause both sides are fighting

and I'm stuck amongst the quibble

maybe it's the solitude

forcing them to be friends

maybe there's more truth

in that I'm going round the bend..

the things I most want to share and say

fear makes me keep inside

as if every thought has it's own feelings

and it's eating me alive

and I try not to disappoint

the squatters in my mind

giving them their moment

their unique time to shine

but in isolation the grow louder

now they're shouting over mine

and I pray for my liver

as I drown them out with...

wine

Chorus

Like a Furness I'm always aflame

whether passion or frustration

it all manifests the same

if there's one thing that I have learned

this soul was made to burn

I can't live in monochrome

it makes me like a shell

whose creature has left home

maybe I bleed from the blade of my own knife

god I'm a whirlwind of chaos..

In overdrive!

Chorus

Like a Furness I'm always aflame

whether passion or frustration

it all manifests the same

if there's one thing that I have learned

this soul was made to burn

© 2020 Amber Wildling Stone

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