With the fire on high she allowed her dreams to fly.
She tossed away all the pain and hurt and allowed the weight to come off.
She grasped on to hope and prosperity and even happiness.
With the fire on high she didn’t allow fear to become a factor.
She gathered up sunshine, rainbows all the things she stopped allowing herself to cherish.
And she embraced it all.
As the flames got higher so did her spirit. She was free, free.
With fire on high, her dreams took flight.
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