You keep hurting inside me
like a piece of my heart, broken but pumping, trying hard to beat
breaking apart in flying sparks,
lighting fire to my soul
burning me, consuming me,
without any smoke,
any trace,
any ash
the flames of your love,
ever holy, pure, and fierce
have melted me, to my core
the coldness of the night
has forged my metal strong
make me your shield, my love
make me your sword
I will rest my rise and fall, in your hands
in your hands I shall win or lose
I know not, to be anything if you let me go
I know not the battle, the war
I know not the scores
