She holds fire in the palm of her hand
And sets fire to all the land.
You preach the need to dance in the rain,
When all she wants is to dance in the flame.
Hidden in the shadows of a picture frame
She calls out a list of long forgotten names.
To the one who first profaned her
As a demon with a smile.
To the one who saw potential
Behind the eyes of a crocodile.
But most of all to the one who left her,
The only one who might have cared.
The one who might have loved her,
The one who might have dared.
The names pass unbidden,
Swallowed by empty halls.
And the mirror glass begins to crack,
Her strength fleeing through the walls.
They tried to chain her, to tame her, of yes,
And for a time she is subdued,
A victim of Daddy's mess.
But still her flame burns brightly,
So blue and hot, yet cold.
Those eyes will come alive again,
A molten and feverish gold.
For now there is but to wait and hope,
To forget those foolish lies.
To climb the pit of madness,
To burst forth to endless skies.
She wipes her tears and forgets her fears,
A princess and a knight.
She spreads her wings and breaths her flame
Like a dragon born of smite.
And she holds that fire in the palms of her hands,
With not a soul to know what she plans,
And sets fire to all the land.
And sets fire to all the land.