Somewhere there is a wild fire
Waiting to scorch the very ground
I sway on listening to soft melodies
Hair disheveled by summer breeze
Waiting for the rain to cleanse me
Before I once more get burned
By eyes that I just can not avert
And a smile that sweetly sears me
I'll float through the threshold
Entirely knowing the outcome
Another notch in the weeping willow
Where I'll cascade to my knees
Joining that great tree for a sob
Until my eyes are Arabian sand
And when spring rolls back around
I'll sway in the wind and wait
For another man to burn me
Back to the ground