// It Burns //
Like a banshes wail the cry of birth explodes,
Like the screams of the dammed the echo of death whispers, It is the pain of life, A gift not asked for but yet given.
It burns into eternity and beyond,
It burns.
No matter how well intentioned it still echoes,
No matter how much joy is taken it still screams,
It screams with every beat of a heart,
Every breath taken it whispers.
It burns,
It burns into eternity and beyond,
It burns.
Life burns.
It Burns by Andrew Eather - 28/04/01