Through all cares into the fire.
Let the wind carry the ashes away.
Burn too your worries.
Let them become charred beyond
Let your heart be scorched.
And melt your soul.
This will be your baptism in flame.
Refined in the molten matter.
Let your flesh drip from the bone
All your yesterdays will surely
With the crimson flow.
Be laid to rest within the pyre.
Put all cold embers to bed in your
They are all bitterness, loathing,
Now swallowed are all the
(Scott David Buckley-18/04/2012)