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The Flame Inside
by: Angel
What is to cease an inside flame?
For this commotion, who is to blame?
What arsonist set fire in town?
And how these flames are to be calmed down?
O my armaments are weak in power;
And the army men, few in number.
And for the fire, I have no water,
To cool it down, and it gets hotter.
I beg, now, for help from the sky,
And ask God to send His clouds to cry
On my ablaze, burning province,
And return my heart her permanent peace.
I do now behold my realm after rain;
Seeing nothing's left, I sigh in deep pain.
But though ruinous, purging was fire;
It killed the bothers, ended my tire.
With help of hope now, in my virgin land,
A greater town is to re-stand.
For this commotion, who is to blame?
What arsonist set fire in town?
And how these flames are to be calmed down?
O my armaments are weak in power;
And the army men, few in number.
And for the fire, I have no water,
To cool it down, and it gets hotter.
I beg, now, for help from the sky,
And ask God to send His clouds to cry
On my ablaze, burning province,
And return my heart her permanent peace.
I do now behold my realm after rain;
Seeing nothing's left, I sigh in deep pain.
But though ruinous, purging was fire;
It killed the bothers, ended my tire.
With help of hope now, in my virgin land,
A greater town is to re-stand.