Theres that saying
When youre born in a burning house
You think the whole world is on fire
I wasnt born in a burning house
I was born by the sea
Where the windows were always open
And the sky was always blue and the birds flew in circles and sewed the clouds together
I was born on an island
With abundant fruit and milk
I took vacations to foreign lands
Where people spoke in different dialect but with the same tongues
Where the sun warmed the ground different, and the air was scented with adventure and exotic prose

You weren’t born in a burning house
You were a gift to the burning house
Your first breath was full of ash and dust
You were born with a broken sense of trust, and a fear in your heart
When you went on vacations you traveled to volcanos and traveled burning rock and soot
You laughter was muffled by the coughs from your smoke filled lungs
And your eyes burned from the smoke that was constantly around you

Smoke and fire spreads faster than clean air and water
Friend and foe, fire and water
We were born to cross paths
And forced to blaze against eachother
You threw fire at me, and I defended myself with my waves
We had moments of calm however
Where my cold tides were warmed by your flames
When your blaze caught to your surroundings
I shamelessly shielded you and helped to reduce the damage

Friend and foe, fire and water
We needed eachother to survive
But our paths weren’t made to fight forever
Eventually we turned backs and walked in opposite directions
I survived and fought on my own before you entered
And I know that I can do it again