The Fire

Quench it not, it doesn't sway
for this not a game or play
My fires burn so deep within
and you can't turn me down my friend

For in my mind, I'll always hear
my guitar soaring, never fear
You can't contain it, try you may
It has another mind I say

So turn me down, or fade me out
Praise is something I can do without
My guitar is ready, it never sleeps
whilst all the notes it stews and seeps

Thru the universe, my guitar searches
whilst your train, just bucks and lurches
I'm a secret, I'm a myth
My music the weirdest monolith

The fairies in the garden, yell to me, "Play!"
Yet I am muffled in some secret way
I yearn to scream, but can only moan
but one day I shall play alone

Yes, cut my chord or lock the door
but still I'll be there, on the floor
With peace and love, no not in rage
Still all the while headed for the stage

Upon a stage that is so wide and great
and all your fans will be so late
To the show of alien blues
But maybe this yarn is but a ruse?

Cazzy