There's a fire in my palms
I keep my hands cupped together but it's getting too strong
You come along and place your finger in between mine to ease the burns it is causing
The fire is hurting and it grows brighter with our words
We yell, we scream, and we cry
Yet we say that its alright
The fire starts to dance and mocks me with assertion
I know its purpose is to help me
The fire helps us grow after each tear and bruised fist
It reminds us how fragile we can be if we give into its temptation
I have faith in our relationship and know it'll be okay
But sometimes the fire gets cold and that's when the fear settles in