It was how I felt driving with my eyes closed.
It was when I started listening.
It was when the setting southern sun hit through your eyes illuminating the fall lights that look at me
and I'll look back too.
It turned when I held the new born goat
and you held it too.
It was the day when I realized what I had to lose.
I'll tell you all my hopes and dreams,
and you'll tell them too.
For 5 months and 16 days I had been collecting stick and branches
And crumpling my precious old papers and arranging them into a ideal fire pit,
Preparing myself to set the flames that warmed me just the right way.
Never really thought I'd light the fire before I let a mellow breeze take it over.
Until I realized,
It's getting colder.
And people are bringing out their candles and lighters.
Yet I have a perfect bonfire ready to light.
Yes it is true it could eventually die out.
But I'd die without it.
So I just set a match in my pit.
And I've never been cold since.