I am the ember that waits in the heart of the burning flame
Hot, like the passion of estranged lovers in the moment of self worth
The foundation and I were once one in the same
Before dancing pirouettes glided upwards from the earth

The sacrifice of wood in the efforts of just and reason
Weakening inner strength as we tumble down in size
Like the boxer, who trains a lifetime season after season
The weight of winning, will be his ultimate demise

I know, eventually the dancers will slide away
Unbeknownst to the other embers, who wait in desperate hopes
Fearing the flame will no longer stay
The hangman tightens his gallows ropes

Exhausted after a life of vigor, my fate is ultimately sealed
Once bursting with passion, now anxiously tame
Much like the warrior, who sustained a fatal wound, on the battlefield
I am the ember that waits, in the heart of he burning flame