A Padlocked Square and Tombstone Chair

Without our fire, I'd omit my own name.

I cannot accept their tombstone chair.

I refuse to be stone or forget our old flame.

I used to succumb to their knives of cold shame

I'd trade open cross for a padlocked square.

Without our fire, I'd omit my own name.

Eventually I'll renew my heart's claim.

I must still breathe, for you're in the air.

I refuse to be stone or forget our old flame.

Without you, I see unwinnable games,

A sacrificed self, and a nuclear flare.

Without our fire, I'd omit my own name.

In the fiery truth, the heartless are maimed.

But I'd sooner combust than be caught unaware.

I refuse to be stone or forget our old flame.

As fire and wind, which are never the same,

So I grow and reform and sow loving care.

Without our fire, I'd omit my own name.

I refuse to be stone or forget our old flame.