The fire had  a chance to redeem itself once more But this time it will provide warmth to the people around it instead of burning them.

Is this what redemption looks like?
The agressive roaring of the fire now whispers soothing words into my veins.

Instead of ashes, embers rise,  
A dance of fire sparks in golden skies a warm light twinkling in my eyes.

When i first saw my little sister i thought to myself  “what is this..” . But now that she is an 8 year old and im twice her age i think to myself “What would i be without this”.