I prepared you for what's real. Motivated and kindled the fire that went out inside your soul long before I came. I brought comfort even when you cut my wings as I promised I would never leave. I managed to fly with the baggage although it still stings. To show you peace is all I wanted. Leave? Never... I'd have to dance with your hands wrapped upon my neck saying if you go its over. Either way I went it's not. The flames will never die between us because what I hold is fire, And as I sit below the faucet scrubbing off what's left of ash, I manage to breathe freely but our memories make me choke. And even though I know your secrets I'll never take your smoke...