There is something in me
Long forgotten
Yet it pushes and pulls
Always reminding me

This solidarity is coming to an end
I have walked this path enough
For I have found what I seek
Now to open my eyes

But I must warn you
Things won't always be gentle
In order to grow
First you must burn away

Just ask the forest and the land
Just ask the trees that sprouted from the ashes
Just ask your favorite island
They have danced with the fire

As will I
But not to harm or repel
But to warm and inspire
Myself and my space