The Core

Every morning when I wake, a feeling soon begins to overtake me. Ringing in my ears resounds through my brain; it finally surrounds me. There is fire, there is life, there is passion, fever and fury. There is love and there is hate, there is longing, anger and worry. Oh, I am a flame; feel it touch my heart. And down at my core is the hottest part. I can run without fear. If it should become too cold, I know I can endure the frostbite. Oh, a blanket then I'll wrap around me; I keep myself so close to my sight. No one then can cause me harm, just as the river runs into the sea. 'Cause every day, a fire alarm is deafening the silence all around me. It is burning. It is burning. You can trust me; we can laugh. Together we can share our sorrow. I will give you secrets too, an attitude that you may borrow. Gypsy woman said to me, "One thing you must bear in your mind: You are young and you are free, but damned if you're deceased in your own lifetime." Oh, you have a flame; feel it in your heart. And down at the core is the hottest part. We can run without fear. It is burning. It is burning.