There’s a fire called a Red Dawn

That everyone runs from

And though it burned my hands

I wish I could return

What the fire took from me

Was the moon above my seas

At which I always gazed at

But was finally close to me

What the fire left for me

Was a parting gift of mind

A painting depicts my dream  

But the colors are all smudged

I wish I could toss it back

To the fire it survived

Every color makes me wish

That you were still alive, well

The truth is that it’s not

So this painting haunts my halls

I tossed it to the flames though

It comes back to hold my walls

 The colors smudge some more

Even more they begin to fade

Though I hoped that it will burn

My burnt hands won’t let it go

 What if all you have left

Was all you wished to lose

What if all you have left

Was all you wish to hold to

What if all you prayed for

Was all you had to lose

What if all you pray for

Was all you had to hold to