Fires - Michael Kentish

Warm eyes fill my heart

With words I won't describe

Inside fires are lit

But all inside are cold

I can see your beauty

In hearts too small to find

I can feel your goodness like a fire touching me

I can see happy things trees that sway in the breeze

Dark eyes full of hope

For all the good things you deserve

I can see guiding lights fires that burn in the night

And I can do almost anything if I choose