Her footsteps are made of fire

They leave burnt tracks in her w a k e . . . .



Her footsteps are made of fire

A map of where to follow her

To pursue her

To help her

To love her



Her footsteps are made of fire

Of the fury that she feels

Of all the people from before

Who decided she was theirs

Theirs to own

Theirs to hurt

Theirs to break



Her footsteps are made of fire

Of fury, of pain, of sadness

An endless trail of it all

To lead on forever

You follow her to slow the trail

So she won't burn herself

The faster she walks away

The more fire will arise

The burnt trail will stop being ashes

And instead be flames that lick at her sides