smokey sunday

A flame is dancing in the desert just like always,
not a halloween as passed without a fire
and from out of the flames comes new life
Flowers will bloom and the rivers will flow
But the fire will have left its mark.
And burn so bright it hurts too look.
And rage so hot it hurts to touch
A girl was dancing in the flames
and loves so much it hurts much too much
her hair was free and so was he
to burn to a crisp.