The Colors of Intent

Left to pick up the pieces

A flame unchecked does as it pleases

But the touch, it freezes

My faith could not consecrate

And without the land I could not associate

The instincts that I had to satiate

Oh survival, you know me so

Yet in this light I've learned to grow

And to become a being grown whole

Because in this life no one tells you where to go

Yet we're set at a pace, fast or slow

Go forward with even wings denied

And have a head always held high

But don't drown in your pride

Even still, man can grasp the sky

All it takes is an eye opened wide